Après moi, le déluge [revised]Mature

Your lulliby is broken,
it stutters and stalls, disrupted.
It's just the consequence of sounds,
you say, but I don't believe you.

You're a man with a thousand faces
and this time around
I might just take my pound of flesh
and head off to another town.

I want to sing -
maybe I'll sing for everyone but you.
Après moi, le déluge.

Maybe I'd enjoy a summer in the city,
meet a genius next door.
We'll breathe each other
like carbon monoxide

 like that time you and i
slept in the flowers
in the field below the mountains,
when you laughed and called me Pavlov's daughter.

I want to sing -
maybe I'll sing for anyone but you.
Après moi, le déluge.

Come now, don't be so foolish.
Your tart kiss leaves me with blue lips 
shock my heart to keep it beating, keep me
breathing - just to keep me in this love affair.

You swore you'd stay beneath this small town moon -
lovemaking at noon and dinner near dawn -
when we were sitting in the back of a truck,
that time you said I was prettier than sunshine.

I want to sing -
I could never sing for anyone but you.
Après moi, le déluge.

Oh Marcello, don't leave me with these 2.99 cent blues.
You know I'm wretched to the things I love - 
it's the excuse you use to drink me away, but you -
you've always been the hero of this story.

One more time -

with feeling:

Après moi, le déluge.

The End

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