FAT DUCK

I know you keep the bath lit to dull all of your senses 
You know I never knew what you were going through 
You’ve got your way of coping through drinking and/or smoking 
You keep your cigarette burning with the candle wick 

But now is not the time to sit with a joint lit shitting little bricks over the small stuff 
Fitting little kicks into a sore gut trying to define all the divine muck  
No now is not the time to waste all your goddamn days under a red moon 
How do you like it in your bedroom? Don’t you think you’re calling it a bit soon?

I know you keep my compliment buried with the rest of them 
You know I never knew quite all what to do with you 
When you’re buried in a six pack trying to bring the past back 
You are allowed to do all you ever wanted to  

But now is not the time to spend in a dead end sitting like a fat duck 
Looking for that next fuck, so nervous that you throw up 
No now is not the time to waste all of your odd-end days under a bell jar 
How do you like it in the backyard? When do you know you took it too far?

I know you keep the bath lit to dull all of your senses 
You know I never knew what you were going through 
You’ve got your way of coping, but my door’s always open 
I’m only hoping it be my door you open