The Idiot

Every time you call, I’ll be there to swab away the fears
If you want me to stand by you, I’ll be your defense
You were on the phone in a heap of diahretic tones
And I’m sitting here all alone
Peter. Peter
I’m the idiot who got there before I was there
Dancing the dance before the DJ set up the speakers
Cheater. Cheater
All I remember is someone’s spit on my face
And not knowing which head it belonged to
Peter. Peter
I need some advice
I’d always rather be drinking
I’m always waiting for the fun to start
I’m always waiting for the fun to come
Was it just the teeth that we ate, or all the ears we heard?
Was it just the clown that we touched, or all the apes we punched?
Was it just the smell of my own nose?
I’ll never breathe again
It left me all alone