My Art College Days Are Over

When I'm feeling sad, she is feeling nothing

When she's on the land , I am underwater;

Swimming to the devil in the hope that the words that she stole from my mouth will be placed right back



When I'm underfed, she is being gluttonous

Eating all the cakes that I cooked with a passion

I wish that her waste was the size that it was and the taste in her mouth was something like it used to be



And the girl on the bus used the same soap as her and she stopped and she looked and I had to turn away

Whilst we were getting laid

I was happiest that way

And the girl on the train used the same hairspray

But she looked and I blushed and I had to turn away

It's getting desperate these days

Oh my art college days are over



I always stay up late, and get up even later

I wish I had the cash to start to redecorate

The smoked stained walls and the wine stained carpets

Like my food stained jumpers are reminders of incompetence

Oh I should be ashamed of letting things go this way