No more congratulations sex Any aging mascot would place that bet Aged love sleeps heavily I've grown unaware of your beauty Though nothing about you has changed It is me who is deranged I hated not knowing what I knew I'm not dead in the tomb, just lifeless enough to stay Tired of tragedies being trumped Tired of romance being sung Tired of the past being hung like a cinder block around my neck Covering my heart up No more congratulations sex I don't believe that you're reading Finnegan's Wake Every apology that you make you expect me to reciprocate Step into the sinking sandpit, start to feel the dull panic They are patient sadistic onlookers You are the crashing plane of figure skaters