Lyrics
The whole thing was fairly discrete,
Just a car crash in calm beige relief.
The victims all tastefully maimed,
The crowd practiced holy restraint.
And you and I, we were charming, bland, and arrogant.
We each played the scene to a tee,
Hopelessly weak and secretly confident.
The brittle pair sits down,
Safe in the knowledge there's no one around.
The house lights flicker and dim,
The crowd rushes out, the guilt rushes in.
And in the silence her voice seems unkind,
As she breathes her closing line,
"Who am I this time?"
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