Two Left Shoes

Me

You

Two left shoes

How I dance

How I make do

You brute

Never sipping

A glutton at best

Of the honey suckle

A time

A place

Do I disgrace?

The clock is tolling for me

A tick and a tok

I do declare

Your fangs salivate

I scream only once

Murderer

A clumsy foot

Drunken stupor

I fall once more

Into oblivion

I've memorized the screech

This song

A decade and seven

I've been gone

Farewell, so long

Dear friend

Ex-lover

I spot a brute

Never, never

A small size of shoe

I fill for you

A dancefloor of hearts

One bruised artery

End the party

As I try

Good God I may die

I lie

To you I am glitter

Hide the ugly

Taking from me

And beneath it all

There is two

Two left shoes