Shit Soup

I can’t accept your gift
No I really don’t deserve it
Thank you for your trouble
You’re shit soup
And I’m in the reflection booth
Two glass eyes behind
Cheap sunglasses move
Stained-glass gazebo
I really don’t know
Our futures are so separate
Bespectacled and desperate
It’s not my job to undo
The dying prophecy of you
It’s not my job to undo
That hat’s too big for you
Too bad it’s the bad guy’s suit
That hat’s too big for you
(You put me in the bad guy’s suit)
That hat’s a little big for you