decay in convenience

the tired old words
the ticking clock spitted
and the spite that hurts
the unsettling pity was heard

and none can say why
comforting sounds were made
fairytales instead of cries
so you not fall and break

and none can tell
the reason to linger
we've broken the spell
to feed only your hunger

say, say, say
let's say goodbye.

the tired old words
the ticking clock spitted
and the spite that hurts
the unsettling pity was heard