The furniture observing   Nocturnal creatures lurking   As a gentle sir battles worn   Temptations      Whispers from her daddy   Echo in the attic   As a needed cue to maintain   A distance      The seasons come and go   But they never change      The adjustments much too frequent   Recent memories a beacon   But the grade is fairly dicey   And we’re sliding      Brain to limbs, brain to limbs   The busy signal rings   As the target sighs   And contritely ceases fighting      Don’t stay here, darling   You can’t stay here      The doorway’s looking lonely   And the pathway cold and stony   So they peel the bandage slowly   It can’t hurt to bleed again      Skin to skin, skin to skin   This indifference is a sin   But the characters and colors   Failed to entertain      Don’t stay here, darling   You can’t stay here      Are we really here again   Where every detail rings a bell   Are we really here again   Where the word “cliché” describes itself      Uh oh