Just Mum

A hint of insecurity
An untouched insecurity
A tragic hero’s flaw and what it brings
And you know as you sleep
How glad you would feel
Not to feel anything… just sleep
Got too many things on my mind
To talk of one at any one time
And I cannot escape this strange disarray
And I make my way to places
Where there’s no conversation
And you talk of vices, you think you’re in the clear
You don’t know the costumes that they wear
Mine’s writing; yours is fighting your nature
And you don’t know the ins and outs of desire
You don’t know what makes a person tire
Which vice will make them love and which will hate you
I see the chain and where it bites
In all the things that might turn out
At level best we’ll just survive
And the lame dog crawls away
The chained dog waits for light to break
And the question to disobey
Goes down in your boots and there it stays
And there’s blame on your side; blame on mine
And there’s too many things to talk of at any one time
And you talk of vices, you think you’re in the clear
You don’t know the costumes that they wear
Mine’s writing; yours is fighting your nature
And you don’t know the ins and outs of desire
You don’t know what makes a person tire
Which vice will make them love and which will hate you