Marionette

The old romeo slips on his robe, he’s checking his mailbox again and no

There ain’t nothing there, He’s been waiting for a package in the mail

But it’s just a couple outdated pamphlets for a sunshine holiday that’s far too exotic

If it he had it his way he’d be alone in a cottage, rather than swimming in the Caribbean

Marionette, analyzing in a rocking chair

Marionette, the misfortunate animist

Skeptical of the letters that keep returning back to sender

Blankly staring in the mirror, nobody ever took the time to get to know him

He’s happier to shoot the messenger and blame it on the change in weather

Disheveled and wondering whether if he’s misread the situation again

You made your bed now you gotta lay in it

Coming to terms but you got no penitence

A cannonball firing away so we better duck for cover

Things you’ve said don’t you wish you could take em back but that ain’t quite in your vocab

The general consensus is some people don’t forgive and forget

Marionette, analyzing in a rocking chair

Marionette, the misfortunate animal

You made your bed now you gotta lay in it

Coming to terms but you got no penitence

A cannonball firing away so we better duck for cover

Things you’ve said don’t you wish you could take em back but that ain’t quite in your vocab

The general consensus is some people don’t forgive and forget

Marionette, analyzing in a rocking chair

Marionette, the misfortunate animist

Marionette, analyzing in a rocking chair

Marionette, reconciling with his frail conscience