Percy Pursewarden, open up your door
I haven’t come to break your cadence or to mix your metaphor
And if I swore I was no critic, would you let me come inside
Where you write your famous lines and you lay your secret plans for suicide by sleight of hand
And you let me down so kindly
You don’t love me but you don’t mind me

Percy Pursewarden, After all your hard traveling
You’d think a girl could lie down beside you without your world unraveling
And a maudlin mess, yes, sets my clothing in a pile
Just want to stay a little while
Just want to see that crooked grin after the sedatives set in.
Hey, honey we’re feeling fine
You don’t love me
Well, I don’t mind.

Percy Pursewarden, I’ll be gone before you wake
Back to the gallery of failures to see what I can make of you
Pursewarden, have mercy on my heart
Maybe I don’ want to call it art just because you nailed it to a wall
Maybe I’m a critic after all
And you don’t have to remind me
You don’t love me
But you don’t mind me


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