In the Corner Dunce

Haunted is the corner dunce And haunted is his reflection When reeling from the sink Or cursing at the river I bend to a slant And jump in Turning my back To watch the face you made Surface from every shiver Appearing from a daydream I bend to a slant And jump in Until you're back again At twenty four At twenty four At twenty four At twenty four At twenty four At twenty four And wretched is the consciousness That lingers on its fate Interned in distant gardens I know you I'm from you And still I feel these hands Wrapped around his frail Antennae of a neck "And does it ever end?" "And does it ever end?", he says Until you're back again At twenty four At twenty four At twenty four At twenty four At twenty four At twenty four Creeping down the boardwalk Staring up into the sky "Anything good in me Is because of you, he said "The rest is my fault" And all those bitter angeled fools They want to know what it's like down here Crowded with the shackled bitches And their moans Each one helpless to our prayers Yet we still bend and mourn Mourn, mourn once more Until you pull me back To the ends of my bed I can't take this anymore Place my head to your chest Let me rest Until I'm back again Peering from the vanity I watch you Across the room I go inside Almost physically Like water in water And I have seen you And I have seen you there And I have seen No, I have seen you there Haunted is the corner dunce Haunted is his reflection When heaving from the sink Or cursing at the river I bend to a slant I jump in Turning my back To watch the face you made Surface from every shiver Appearing from a daydream I bend to a slant And jump in