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