Eyesore

Spill and heat consume both of the lights
They were flashing white and ecru pale
Gradually they lost our information
Sickly and ungracious, you turn to dirt

But those cruel tricks could not avoid
Me loving you or not
I just could not
Tell against your will
Give out your number now

We were sneaking in to the aquarium
Gold leaf in your feet, you left a trail
This, compared to being, would be a mistake
Watered down and replaced without a tell

But those cruel tricks could not avoid
Me loving you or not
I just could not
Tell against your will
Give out your number now

Overboard ahead of me
You're not lying next to me
Just below the swaying palms
Hidden by a bank machine