Clemens' Comet
Pictures falling off my walls Like nasty notes in bathroom stalls I wouldn't have known I'd find you here My secret friend, coconspirator. We've things to do, you and I tonight Before the moon shuts off his light -- So take my hand and come away My constant friend, sister decay... Why build when we can tumble down And level mountains to the ground? Why fuss and fret and try to mend But light the candle's other end. The world is stitched just to unsew Decay's begun, decay will grow So you and I will retire here And write this shaking off to fear.