Misantropo House

Pages of the weekly you cut out the back im calling the doctor your spirits intact but your so hard to talk to if i fall past the floor, just leave me, ive slept there before so don't change your heart you look happy to see me got dirt on your shoes cocaine on the bedsheet you clean up so well and im not surprised cause i found you in the pages of the weekly magazine isn't this what you left for tell me what did you find another time i might stay a while but not tonight all these faces look tired some turn around and leave me a song strapped to my chest words no one believes in fall flat off the stage and out from under these lights take my coat off the door as i wait by the exit my fingers still twitch they're wrapped round a cigarette you're there with a match and you're not surprised that you found me in the pages of the weekly magazine