Two wrongs never made a right
So said my father
He said we would row a lot
I told my own lies

So I collect the reasons
I fantasise the feelings

Calling the man who will take up the slack
In the rope that is tied to my hands round my back
Take a piece of me tonight

Pacing the halls with his head to the floor
In the house that resounds with the slam of a door
Take a piece of me tonight

Meanwhile in my Mother’s house
No reason to hide
Dark rooms are a hiding place
For no one too bright

There is no mourning here
No rooms of guilty pleasures

Calling the man who will take up the slack
In the rope that is tied to his hands round his back
Take a piece of me tonight

Pacing the halls with his head to the floor
In the house that resounds with the slam of a door
Take a piece of me tonight

After all of the violence died down
You laughed at what you showed me
Funny shape to your hula hoop

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