Polyawkward

He's in fancy dress as a sleeve cuff I walk into the night Try not to think about love And how it gets you all upset And messes the house up A taxi would have cost too much of the scene I can hear my thoughts from the other side of the street I haven't got the appetite I'd rather eat alone Life is a buffet And I'm dying in the cold Could I put up a fight If I was taken by surprise? I'd rather have two hands on my ears Than open my eyes Though I hope you'll find no hands out here at this time And that one day the only worry I'll have Is losing the hand that's holding mine Still haven't got the appetite Still rather eat alone 'Cause life is a buffet And I'm dying in the cold He sits on a secret Cubs it in the shower Rolls it around for at least an hour a day Mistakes kryptonite for his superpower Yet moves it through one side when the clock strikes happy hour 'Cause the watered-down tequila makes his walls crumble like clay Will you order me a carriage Or carry me and all my baggage? Even the poly-orchid man could do with a hand When the sand runs away I know the words, I know the tricks The credits are rolling, we know the names And we both know I don't wanna know The opera keeps me inside the screen