Fright Lined Dining Room

You thrive on dancing in our laps

Before the more familiar chaps

And oh the curtain leads to fever

We watched a womaniser cry

And in the last sip you and I

Declared we might require a breather

I am the truth true through and I

Can feign excitement fluently

As solid as I can busk shock

With well presented merriment

And I know all too well

I shouldn't break the key off in the lock

And the tumble splits the frame, revealing silk and fit

In the fright lined dining room

Throw a gaze towards them while they feast

The days drag their heels when you're not there to crack the whip

And the weeks wait to burst like a sache of brass

The old pantomime villian follows my coat

And he hides where it hangs and he spies through the slots

And meanwhile in the desert's only costume shop

The cowls hang and wait to rot away the identities of the willing

Drowned bags of sugar in the night

Rocketing shuttered doors despite

The shop not opening for hours

You can itch, flap, and whistle

And try to avoid the talk

As I scribbled over drivel you were snoring, showing off

The tumble splits the frame, revealing silk and fit

In the fright lined dining room

Throw a gaze towards them while they feast