Outside the c afe by the cracker factory
you were practicing a m agic t rick.
And my thoughts got r ude as you talked and chewed
on the last of your p ick and m ix.
You said 'You're mistaken if you're thinking that
I h aven't been called 'cold' before' as
you bit into your s trawberry l ace.
Then offered me your attention in the f orm of a gobstopper
it's all you had left and it was g oing to w aste
Your pastimes consisted of the strange, the twisted and deranged
and I loved that little game you had called 'Crying Lightning'
and how you liked to aggravate the ice cream man on rainy afternoons
The next time that I caught my own refl ection
it was on its way to meet you, thinking of e xcuses to p ostpone.
You never looked like yourself from the s ide but
your profile could not hide
the fact you knew I was appro aching y our throne.
With folded arms you occupi ed the bench like toothache,
stood and puffed your chest out like you'd n ever lost a w ar.
Although I tried so not to s uffer the indignity of a reaction
there was no cracks to g rasp or gaps t o claw
And you r pastimes consi sted of the strange, the twisted and deranged
and I hate that little game you had cal led 'Crying Li ghtning'
and how you liked to aggravate the icky man on rainy afternoons.
Uninvi ting, but not half as impossible as everyone assumes you are .
'Crying Li ghtning'
Your pastimes consisted of the strange, the twisted and deranged
and I hate that little game you had called 'Cr ying Li ghtning'
'Crying Lightning' 'Cr ying Li ghtning' 'Crying Lightning'
Your pas times consi sted of the strange, the twisted and deranged
and I hate that little game you had cal led Crying
