Tea Time Tibbons (Arsonists Get All The Girls)

Why don't you sit and entertain yourselves While I lay it down on you When a day comes to make itself It knows to die before it makes it's prime All this bullshit I can't understand Why would you fake your phobia You won't prescribe me my smile anymore "I fought in a fucking war" He would scream bitterly As if the age hadn't affected him at all It's the nay of victory Had given him the blindness To all things contrast to focus A continuous drown of all Deafly loud enough to scoff at His years now have to tiptoe around him He still cowers To tibbons Somewhere in there may be will to remember We'll see you next week A new addition to your old one Don't you fucking dare My memories keep me company