Goldfish and Paracetamol - Catatonia

A dead loss, no songs

No fun, just glum

Lying next to someone

So dont mention the War

Don’t question where we stand

Nor where we fall

North, South, East where’s best?

If I head left

It turns out directionless

So, needle point aside

I always find

Embroidery leaves me blind

'Cos I’m too weary to rest

Since I noticed

Coming second best is close to ideal

What fools boredom breeds

So much to do

So many goldfish to feed

And paracetamol

I’ll take them all

They line my stomach wall

'Cos I’m too weary to rest

Since I noticed

Coming second best is close to ideal (la la la…)

With customary thirst

I search a water glass

But gin hits first

Oh don’t believe the hype

Expectancy always spoil a party

It’s torniquet (by crochet)

My waters break

Don’t drive for pity’s sake

'Cos I’m too weary to rest

Since I noticed

Coming second best

Is close to ideal (la la la…)