You hold the match still burning up against the palm of your hand  The smell of smoke seeps through the room, the room in which I stand  You don't seem to like the chair that your back is perched against  You don't seem to be that aware  That bit, that bit I understand  And now it's time for you to bed a smile comes across  Green robe covers like a pin soaked in a pennywise pocket gin  You think I'm lucky not to pay the rent, you think I've fallen for a fool  You always were hard on you  That bit, that bit I understand  With watered eyes you look an angel, that bodies shaking through the floor  I know that I've caused all your sorrow I know you should have gotten more  It's not something I ever planned It's not some evil I've had before  There's just one thing I can't understand  Why would you ever want a man