Outside the c afe by the cracker factory
you were practicing a magic trick.
And my thoughts got r ude as you talked and chewed
on the last of your pick and mix.
You said 'You're mistaken if you're thinking that
I h aven't been called 'cold' before' as
you bit into your strawberry lace.
Then offered me your attention in the f orm of a gobstopper
it's all you had left and it was going to waste
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 excuses to postpone.
You never looked like yourself from the s ide but
your profile could not hide
the fact you knew I was approaching your throne.
With folded arms you occupi ed the bench like toothache,
stood and puffed your chest out like you'd never lost a war.
Although I tried so not to s uffer the indignity of a reaction
there was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw
And you r pastimes consisted of the strange, the twisted and deranged
and I hate that little game you had cal led 'Crying Lightning'
and how you liked to aggravate the icky man on rainy afternoons.
Uninviting, but not half as impossible as everyone assumes you are .
'Crying Lightning'
Your pastimes consisted of the strange, the twisted and deranged
and I hate that little game you had called 'Cr ying Lightning'
'Crying Lightning' 'Cr ying Lightning' 'Crying Lightning'
Your pas times consisted of the strange, the twisted and deranged
and I hate that little game you had cal led Crying
