Oh, it’s a pleasant surprise!
You seem to walk around in a stupor.
You talk to walls with no ears.
I’m pleased that you made it for supper!
So it’s your birthday again.
You chase them hoping that they’ll chase you.
You think you know, yet you don’t
Made deals with your demons to undo.
If life is steeped in madness’ past,
tell me, love, exactly how
bleeding long do you expect to last?
Afterall… It’s your party.