Our Love Is Senile

So now she’s turning a corner, wants to leave me again
Though it’s sad I really should warn her, you can only break up so many times
But losing us took sanity, without becoming forced to call she said:
How can we continue? If you’re telling her the truth, they sill don’t believe you
So now she’s getting tired, wondering if it’s a peak or precedes
And just how to labor forward, when her man is a mess, and never there
Going sadly in the park, but it’s much worse together in silence,
Because all that, just a villainy,
We need laughter, happiness, madness, anything

Our love is senile, unlike a blind child bumping into walls
Say it’s not guilt keeping us together, how can we suṗport each other’s wills
Our love is senile, like we don’t recognize each other
Somehow we relax to being strangers
The scuttling of tiles in our sacred realm
Now it’s time to pay the socialists, and pretend out little chick from afar
And confusion, its evasive, mess is no solution