You draw me in (at last),
Though the picture is crowded now
and the graphite smeared somehow.
Don't fret, Cupid (hold fast).
You said you gave it your best shot.
It's too bad your aim was off.
When I look back on albums-years from now.
Trying to avoid the tears, I'll kowtow.
But alas, to no avail
This is not a dry-eyed tale.
They think you staunch,
But me, I've seen you bail.
They think you strong,
But me, I've seen you flail.
Face the music.
Drag it out for much too long.
Seldom Sirens spurn their song.
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