He acts daft
She calls him the fool
His roundedness confounds
What on earth is she to do
Yet; or so it appears to me
They are a close together two
There though
Listen to the bitterness
The taste
Of apricot and grapefruit
The unbridled sourness, astounded
By her voice
Spitting tacks
Littered
With such observations
Do they ever have a choice
The wickedness
Piled on
So many years of wanting and waiting
Sticks and stones
And who knows
Even maybe broken bones
Piled on
So many years of waiting and wanting
This is Monday, in the morning
They, they are one of the first customers
At this store to make your house a home
I am here, alone, although not lonely
But still I wonder
What makes for a wonderful life
What is it that makes for such a wonderful life
