Eyesore

Spill and heat consume both of the lights

They were flashing white and ecru pale

Gradually they lost our information

Sickly and ungracious, you turn to dirt



But those cruel tricks could not avoid

Me loving you or not

I just could not

Tell against your will

Give out your number now



We were sneaking in to the aquarium

Gold leaf in your feet, you left a trail

This, compared to being, would be a mistake

Watered down and replaced without a tell



But those cruel tricks could not avoid

Me loving you or not

I just could not

Tell against your will

Give out your number now



Overboard ahead of me

You're not lying next to me

Just below the swaying palms

Hidden by a bank machine