Fly on the Wall

Headed home after last call

Frames of a video, a fly on the wall

And the same pictures of emerald tights

On a floral couch

You're drowning in something but it isn't sorrow

I'm thinking about what I'll do tomorrow

There's a form I can't get just yet

Maybe I'll rhyme every line except this one

Then I'll think of something that I want to say

But in the morning this is all I have

It's all I have

And it was nothing

It was nothing new

Red roses on a piano shawl

Frames of a video, a fly on the wall

And the same pictures of you and me

Kissing on the mouth

It's all I have

And it was nothing

It was nothing new