The walls are filled in here with glass

My eyes are stolen with a glance

And the cheap persuasion that has emptied

it's perfume and left us

weary has been overlooked as art

I'm handed cups of tepid gleam

From smiles colourless and careful

My face is frozen as the winner takes his prize and all eyes turn to stare

The lonelier the better and all my friends are there

The click clicking of the floss

A dabble here and there why I'm here and why they're there

I don't know why the shaker's breaking up the peace

But I heard him stare

I heard him stare

The lonelier the better

and all my friends are there...

Are they all there?

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Music & Lyrics by Jennifer Turner

Typed by Brittany Young