Let’s play a game of pretend.
let’s pretend that it means anything, anything at all,
let’s pretend that this isn’t some great–
the fake diamond studs in his ears fool no one,
he came to me from the crowd, asking for a smoke,
a little too, a little too, a little too,
talkin’ about an old gay man goin’ in for the kill,
“woah, man, I’ll give you a hug, but…“
how many fuckin’ times do I have to tell you,
I’m not gonna make a move on you.
haven’t had a sex drive lately, anyway.
haven’t had a sex drive lately.
roll that around on your tongue,
get a feel for it,
trill it a little if you need to,
chin down, don’t let it dribble all over yourself.
haven’t had a sex drive lately.
and my god I feel like such a damned failure,
i-i-i can’t do shit,
i-i-i can’t handle this…
let’s play a game of pretend,
let’s pretend that it means anything, anything at all,
let’s go homeless,
and not in that coldsteel knifed-edged real kind of homeless,
let’s be lyin’ cheatin’ wannabe homeless,
like Keroauc, all, all, hail Keroauc–
–Thoreau tucked firmly dogeared under arm,
pretending, pretending that it can’t get,
it can’t get any worse.
haven’t had a sex drive lately.
I want to wake up with you in my bed,
your breath ‘n mine working
working midnight symphanies,
conducting miseries back, back, back into texture,
let’s, let’s play a game of pretend,
because I can’t handle this,
and it doesn’t, doesn’t work like this.
