That funny feeling what a waste of pain
A motive lacking break up brings on bind
Excuse the solemn sad soul search in vain
Her speech Id claim as ever calm and kind
I wonder often can I draw disdain?
I wonder often will I suss theme signed?
I wonder often should I front and feign?
I wonder often might I mumble mind?
A cipher soul she seems an obvious shell
Except in damning decadently rich
How might you manage such a glorious glitch?
I guess its why we weather rather well
Emotionally closed off she is cool
In perfect pleasure square I fit her fool
Chorus cool mint refreshing
