Glory, glory, glorious nature
Glory of the paths
That fate you, mate you
Fake you, make you
Not the last, the last
—
Picture the earth
From the distance as a big ball
Little lives, big love
Little hurt, big fall
Tall dreams, holes in jonnies
First-time mommies shake the cot
They're everything I'm not
Not missing connections
Token gestures
Affection to childless guileless
Helpless rejected infected sterile
Anti-elect effectively already dead
Well said
Beep-beep, buzz-buzz
Now there's bad blood between us
Time to send in the big grin, sanguine
Sucking on a tangerine
Winning isn't everything
But I've tried everything
So?
So if you're wanting to know
Why I never gave it a go
Locked and lost in the seasons
Who doesn't have their reasons?
—
Glory, glory, glorious nature
Glory of the paths
That fate you, mate you
Fake you, make you
Not the last, the last
—
Morning classes
And the morning alasses
Of the misjudged passes
Never "when" wine glasses
Never again
I'm too old for this
List all those couples
Blaming champagne bubbles
As the clock stopped
Bed rocked
Bomb dropped
Shell shocked
Love lies in rubbles
Boy, you think you have troubles
Think of how we used to be
Picture little hazy
Sweet nothings and baby, baby, baby
She sees through the ruse
As he smiles as she tells him the news
Born to lose, we're played through
Hateful, selfish and lazy
Meet the father
He's a big fat
Baby, baby, baby
Whatever the weather
You're so clever
And you're never surpassed
Harrassed
The last to have the last laugh
Look at you now
Life of wow
Ignore the substitutes and stand-ins
You're the last man standing
Always one to live fast
Quick to build a big past
The stories you could tell
Oh well
No one's listening tonight
Or in the morning
And the phone's not calling to say
"I love you"
"I miss you"
"Can I see you?"
And those birthday cards
Filled with hand-drawn hearts
We're missing a part
Glitter everywhere
What have you done to your hair?
Those memories aren't there
That's life
And it just isn't fair
—
Glory, glory, glorious nature
Glory of the paths
That fate you, mate you
Fake you, make you
Not the last, the last
—
Face slapper
She's a space mapper
Charting the course
Of every blank and of course
Every time boys walk
Girltalk
Thighs
Come-hither eyes
Collude:
"He's cute"
"He's brute"
"He's fruit"
Who cares?
Really?
Who cares 'bout what I'm feeling?
This chain without a ball
Reeling out of control
AND SO EMOTIONAL
Or is it all for show?
One big joke
Joke
Cosmic and comic
You know I'm always on it
Euphoric
When I'm sad and lonely
Diary, if only
I can't help but wonder
What if?
I'd dialled that there
The name, the number
And those little deaths of regrets
And what's left
Once nature's laws label you a lost cause
So many flaws
Those fatal flaws
And locked doors
Led to last-gasp bids
You always wanted kids, a family
But I guess, I guess
It just wasn't meant to be
Two hearts and a hand on your shoulder
Now you're on your own
And you're X years older
Oh
We're all a little older
And we're all little soldiers
In the battle who's best
Whose lives will stand the test
And I rhyme, not mine
That I'll be fine
To sign off, take a bow
And fade out in
—
Glory, glory, glorious nature
Glory of the paths
That fate you, mate you
Fake you, make you
Not the last, the last...