Wish your self-pity drinks run dry

Hope I have the dough for the rent

Hold me, Mr. Can’t Hold a Job

Find a way, of course

To prolong this pointless charade

Cowards, we are

Seek out Nirvana in the dark

Sun, truth bringer, is not a friend

To survive, must have bread, milk and lies

Wash away my dried-up tears and dreams

I’ll meet you front, center stage

With actress smile on, start over again

We don’t love each other

We love this pointless charade

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