Hardspun

It’s the eclipse
And you’ve gone
And cut your golden wrists

Well, everyone thought
You had it all
Their thought was for naught

You could win the pageant
The triumph of odd
Living thompson tangent

Just a silverfish
In a world of gowns
And the ridiculous

It never is a good thing
To have everything
It never is a good thing
To have it…everything

Don’t make it tragic
No footnote in the ether
Sad movie magic

Well, give us hope
That you can swing from
Instead of hang from the rope

A million hardspun
Waiting on the word from you
It’s well won and loved
Desired and earned
Embraced, not loathing
A whore that’s eventually spurned

It never is a good thing
To have everything
It never is a good thing
To have it…everything
It never never never is any good

It never is a good thing
To have everything
It’s never a good thing
To have too much
You’re just losing touch touch touch
And it’s gets old
The thing starts pumping cold cold cold
It’s never a good thing