Polyawkward

He's in fancy dress as a sleeve cuff
I walk into the night
Try not to think about love
And how it gets you all upset
And messes the house up
A taxi would have cost too much of the scene
I can hear my thoughts from the other side of the street

I haven't got the appetite
I'd rather eat alone
Life is a buffet
And I'm dying in the cold

Could I put up a fight
If I was taken by surprise?
I'd rather have two hands on my ears
Than open my eyes
Though I hope you'll find no hands out here at this time
And that one day the only worry I'll have
Is losing the hand that's holding mine

Still haven't got the appetite
Still rather eat alone
'Cause life is a buffet
And I'm dying in the cold

He sits on a secret
Cubs it in the shower
Rolls it around for at least an hour a day

Mistakes kryptonite for his superpower
Yet moves it through one side when the clock strikes happy hour
'Cause the watered-down tequila makes his walls crumble like clay
Will you order me a carriage
Or carry me and all my baggage?
Even the poly-orchid man could do with a hand
When the sand runs away

I know the words, I know the tricks
The credits are rolling, we know the names
And we both know I don't wanna know
The opera keeps me inside the screen