It’s not right, it’s like A red rose presented in a pint glass vase A beaming smile exposing a rotten tooth A black cloud in an otherwise blue sky A new life bringing with it a rank odour So small Feasting on the scraps of their catch I’m Tearful Emotions that can’t seem to detach So Weak Spoon-fed the less nourishing parts Can’t speak The sentence ends before it starts Being with you is no real treat It’s like sitting on a recently used toilet seat Slow dancing with someone who can’t keep beat I’m slightly too hot yet you turn up the heat It’s not wrong but it’s not right It’s not right, it’s like A girl walking away getting the wrong idea A cosy bed in the cold as the alarm wakes Meeting future in-laws with holes in socks After a filling meal, the need to expel air Too old The defence is gone in this dark Gone cold Scared of its bite and it’s bark And slow Try to grab but miss the chance I know That I’m forced to dance their dance Being round you, there’s no real gain Sleep on the edge of the bed to avoid the stain A nurse with a needle that can’t find the vein You know I need help but you talk of your pain It’s not wrong but it’s not right Once again, I find myself complaining It’s tantamount to knocking down a brick wall From out of me the energy is draining So far away, redemption, it calls No benefit I get from being around you The fact she’s banged up makes him say “I do” It’s old, out dated and I’ve just bought it new Under your breath, you comment on cue It’s not wrong but it’s not right It’s not right
