Cavedogs (The)
Calm Him Down
From a sordid hobby, to a dying artIt used to calm him downNow he can't keep countAnother one that's wasted could've been your sonShe used to come aroundNow it's all but drowned outBy the stale glow from the night stand"Sing for the camera" till you can't stand itPop it open, palm to the morningStain on the fabric of moral magicFeeling that it can't hurtSeeing that it won't work With a chaste young body that he chased awayShe used to come aroundHe's better off without it Switch on the mirror, you see yourselfDangling at arm's length, like someone elseYou've been unmasked, hero,And you won't last the day Among the pile of empties is a brand new starSo used to falling downSo cradled by the sound ofSongtexteThrowing up while corporate idols sing for the cameraShe couldn't stand themSwitch it off no kick it overWould be too much effort and how you miss itEverything here is cursed All of it reeks of her
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