Thirty Four

Please don't identify, one lonely departure, between moon and sky, say to me there's nothing, not ripped from a sewer, you never would offer, like angst on a wedding night, scared of telling the truth, stuff that'd make it right, if you really want to suffer, don't turn on my blues, or behave like a tosser, leave stuff out of sight, saved for some other fool, butter my dreams by candlelight, you should enjoy calling, instead of being cruel, embrace everything, why stop me trying to fly, bring good news, I don't dance on wire, to pay my dues.