Desire is a Mess

Move into the light
I know exactly what you’ve done
I am your only hope
I am the inquisition
I am my mother’s son
I will walk you through it slowly
I will show you how I roll
I was prepared to turn a blind eye
I was prepared to let it go
But then I saw you in a river
Wading out beyond the reeds
Shouting 'I won’t let this pathetic slip of a man get the better of me'
How do you sleep at night?
How do you sleep at night?
How do you sleep at night?
How do you sleep at night?
I have been making a purse from this house here for as long as I can remember
And I’ve been interrupted
More times than I care to mention
Why am I not surprised?
Why am I not surprisd by the breadth of the problm?
Why am I not surprised?
By the scope of the problem?