Wrens Jane Fakes A Hug
jane fakes a hug she throws herself down on the rug
what’s wrong my dragging days are whipping long
i can’t go on time chained friendless oh jane i thought
let’s end this
i’d tell her more my thinking
but she’d just stare back blinking
can’t find attraction hate our new house
she don’t get she don’t get my work
jane’s made me flirt in fact i’ve met this girl, annette
i made a pass my life’s a crumbled mess
i took the girl’s address
she just broke up with paul and i think jane knows her
boredom crept up and found me
temptation follows mounts me
our oaths our realty a good job a husband
a husband or what christ, jane, i’m not, i never was
she turns spits out we’re done get out i wanna say good
luck
but i don’t wanna hold you up
you bastard son of dirt
can’t picture our house without you
two aprils go i’d offer all to god on high
tell why i got this far with none for wife
this charming life i can’t un-jane me
she married paul that fall aprils ago