charade

from the album “Que Vive!”

sour taste mars this reunion, my charade
keep the noise down to a silent rage
dearly beloved starts the fairy tale, one side
the driest eyes, the other, flooding fields and lay them waste
I’m never honestly surprised
forget the truth just strangle it with lies
point of order now another toast is made
and raise our free intoxicating glasses of cheap Champaign
what a glorious and over priced masquerade
we’ll all gather again for the divorce and reminisce or something
I’m never honestly surprised
forget the truth just strangle it to lies
what a waste, what a shame, my charade
what a f’ing shame and over priced charade
save your money next time and wait for the video game