I Was A Lover

I was a lover before this war

Held up in a luxury suite

Behind a well barricaded door

Now that I've cleaned up, gone all legit

I can see clearly, round hole

Round hole - square peg don't fit



I'm locked in my bedroom

So send back the clowns

My clone wears a brown shirt

And I seduce it when there's no one around

Mano y mano on a bed of nails

Bring it on like a storm

'til I knock the wind out of his sails

And we don't make eye contact

But we have run-ins in town

Just a barely polite nod

And nervous stares toward the ground



I once joined a peace class

Plastic, inert

Slow dance with commerce

Like a lens up a skirt



And we like to party

And we kept it live

And we had a three-volume tome of contemporary slang

To keep a handle on all this jive



Ennui unbridled, let's talk to kill the time

How many styles did you cycle through before you were mine

And it's been a while since we went wild

And that's all fine, but we've been sleepwalking through this trial

And it's really a crime

And it's really a crime

And it's really a crime



It's really criminal



We're busy tempting, like fate's on the nod

Running on empty, bourbon and God

It's been a while since we knew the way

It's been even longer since our plastic priest class

Had a goddamned thing to say



I was a lover before this war

I was a lover before this war

I was a lover before this war