Browbeat

I’m the Jack of a lonely trade I fear
I’ve mastered none that you seem to grow fond of
Well none worth a mention
Oh, we’re so unmentionable

Let’s see that show of hands that you really care
For anything worth crying over for real
For the one who’s everything
Anything worth mentioning

All that preening and pruning
Is more fun than the show
All of that terrible truth
Is as boring as love it’s boring its way into love (unmentionable love)

I’m just a Simple man, and i’m begging you to breathe
Just dreaming of gathering just enough shadow
well just enough for shade
We’re so untouchable

Let’s see those dreams deferred
Long enough to breed
that neglect of contempt
Or at least enough to forget
It’s so unmentionable, or at least untouchable