Goldfish and Paracetamol

A dead loss, no songs
No fun, just glum
Lying next to someone
So dont mention the War
Don’t question where we stand
Nor where we fall
North, South, East where’s best?
If I head left
It turns out directionless
So, needle point aside
I always find
Embroidery leaves me blind
'Cos I’m too weary to rest
Since I noticed
Coming second best is close to ideal
What fools boredom breeds
So much to do
So many goldfish to feed
And paracetamol
I’ll take them all
They line my stomach wall
'Cos I’m too weary to rest
Since I noticed
Coming second best is close to ideal (la la la…)
With customary thirst
I search a water glass
But gin hits first
Oh don’t believe the hype
Expectancy always spoil a party
It’s torniquet (by crochet)
My waters break
Don’t drive for pity’s sake
'Cos I’m too weary to rest
Since I noticed
Coming second best
Is close to ideal (la la la…)