Worry - Little Comets

Her silhouette is bleaker than a cigarette
On a Tuesday morn when I feel humanity slip
From broken hands down to her hips
Realising lethargy in both her eyes
And as the sun emancipates the dawn
Her tanlines cackle with the power of the allegory
For a man
He's deeper than the sundarbans
And the whistful way that he could hold her stare
Leaves heartache hanging in the swollen air
And as they fall apart in separate beds
He carves forever in the cheap wooden bedstead
Realise bitterness in both her eyes
And the way his words could strip
The walls she's climbing
Oh at the end oh no oh
I worry about the way she lay
Oh at the end oh no oh
Too much worry
Worry
Worry
Worry
Repeat
He holds her down
Everything is anguish now
With the shallowness of every breath
He waits until she is bereft
Realise
Nothing now in both her eyes
And the way his words have stripped
The walls she's climbing
Oh at the end oh no oh
I worry about the way she lay
Oh at the end oh no oh
Too much worry
Worry
Worry
Worry
Repeat