Shelf Life Lloyd Cole
I am consumed by
delusions of grandeur
I'm fallen prey to
the beautiful girl
I have seen romance
in the obvious quarters
And I have painted myself
into that world
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I have constructed
my own personal Babel
But many passages
remain out of print
Leaving me in an
unresolved sentence
Without an idea of
where it went
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I have developed an
unnatural candour
In contradiction to
all I hold dear
I think of myself as
tall and silent
This little voice is
all that I hear
Now the night's drawing in
I'm your unworthy friend
At the untimely
end of a lifetime
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Thinking I might hold on
to my first marriage
I learned the language
of the self obsessed
It was only later at
the post-grad parties
That it rewarded me
with great success
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No longer waiting for
my prayers to be answered
No longer waiting for
my publisher's call
No longer charming in
my reminiscence
Only immersed in
a faint afterglow
Now the night's drawing in
I'm your unworthy friend
At the ungodly
end of a lifetime