Poke at my Iris, why can't I cry about this?   Maybe there is something that you know that I don't?   We adopt a brand new language   Communicate through pursed lips   And you try not to put on any sexy clothes or graces      I might never catch a mouse and present it in my mouth   To make you feel you're with someone   Who deserves to be with you   But there's one thing we've got going   And it's the only thing worth knowing   It's got lots to do with magnets and the pull of the moon      Why won't our love keel over as it chokes on a bone?   We can mourn its passing and then bury it in snow   Or should we kick its cunt in and watch as it dies from bleeding?   If you don't want to be with me just say and I will go      We can change our partners, this is a progressive dance   But remember it was me who dragged you up to the sweaty floor   Well, this has been a real   I've got shin splints and a stitch from weed   But like a drunken night, it's the best bits that are colored in      Should look through some old photos   I adored you in every one of those   If someone took a picture of us now they'd need to be told   That we had ever clung on tight and maybe not with arms at night   I'd say she was his sister but she doesn't have his nose      And now we're unrelated and rid of all the shit we hated   But I hate when I feel like this and I never hated you