Matinee idol from the first
He's somewhat forgetful but alert
They call you angelic but you feel like such a jerk
You watch all his keepers claim the purse
Doer this make you feel worse?
To wirness this foray
Reservoir dies and he's just prey
Or do you feel fine with confusion and decay?
Just pleasantries keep us afloat
Make us wait outside, turn delusion into pay
It's hour by hour it's note by note
