The Pursewarden Affair

Lyrics

Percy Pursewarden Open up your door I haven't come to break your cadence Or mix your metaphor And if I swore I was no critic Would you let me come inside? Where you write your famous lines And you lay your secret plans For suicide by sleight of hand And you let me down so kindly You don't love me But you don't mind me Percy Pursewarden After all your hard traveling Think a girl could lie down beside you Without your world unraveling? In a maudlin mess Yes, that's my clothing in a pile Just wanna stay a little while Just wanna see that crooked grin After the sedatives set in, hey And then we're feeling fine You don't love me Well, I don't mind Percy Pursewarden I'll be gone before you wake Back to the gallery of failures To see what I can make of you Pursewarden Have mercy on my heart Maybe I don't want to call it art Just because you nailed it to the wall Maybe I'm a critic after all And you don't have to remind me You don't love me But you don't mind me