Too poor to win applause and can't afford to clap, you'd let me die in bed you would not bring me back, you're not around to pull that curtain front to back, could stand for anyone and that's what holds you back. It takes a better man to chin up and forgive, I hope that makes up for the zero shits I give, so cold in bed and in my heart and in my head, alas alack I said cos it's a lass I'm lacking. So what's the deal Leo do we depose the king? Well bless my constellations that won't do a thing, that's regicide it's in disuse and so are you, a useful tool for fools to tune their damn selves to. Love in the after noon and every night we fight, I pledge to do all that I can to set it right, like leaving town when it's sundown to spend the night with someone else who can appreciate my insight.