Hefner Follow

When I'm feeling sad, she is feeling nothing
When she's on the land, I am underwater
Swimming to the devil in the hope that the words
That she stole from my mouth will be placed right back

When I'm underfed, she is being gluttonous
Eating all the cakes that I cooked with a passion
I wish that her waste was the size that it was and the taste
In her mouth was something like it used to be

And the girl on the bus used the same soap
As her and she stopped and she looked
And I had to turn away whilst we were getting laid
I was happiest that way

And the girl on the train used the same hairspray
But she looked and I blushed and I had to turn away
It's getting desperate these days, oh, my art college days are over
I always stay up late and get up even later

I wish I had the cash to start to redecorate
The smoked stained walls and the wine stained carpets
Like my food stained jumpers are reminders of incompetence.
Oh, I should be ashamed of letting things go this way