The King Is Half-Undressed

So this is where she stands at night
On this cold avenue of lights
The reds and greens but mostly reds
For you he's stopping

In seeing him she knows him less
His stick is wet she's half undressed
And all in all they're both obsessed
With so much nothing

I know it's hard for you to see
What lies behind's a mystery
If words could speak they'd
Mean even less
When the king is half undressed

She dots her "i's" with a smiley face
work of art in all but taste
The fool deserves the bed he's made
Where idiots slumber

Divine she is to aire this fate
crack of smile through all
His hate
Means nothing more in this
Nervous state of
So much nothing

I know it's hard for you to see
The [bad word] behind is misery
If words could speak they'd mean
Even less
When the king is half undressed

Blue autumns
Sunshine kisses
Hearts and flowers
And broken wishes