The Great Depression

Oh, you’ve known me all my life

You’ve never left my side

Even when I go to sleep the worm is feeding

Still (it may be sick, I know), I feel I owe you much

How else can I explain the high I’ve grown to love

Here you come, honing points

And polishing my lens

There you go, crafty and insidious

You suck the life out of my family friends

Shall we dance until the death?

Till death do us part

Am I left standing on something worth standing on?

Don’t

(It’s you and me. Don’t fight it, baby.)

If you’re really here to stay someone will have to learn their place

I never want to die