There are cracks among the ceiling
and grubby goblins down the hall
Dracula caped and hungry; he is reeling
and worse the witch is at the mall

Stumbling and drinking
Sincerely trying not to fall
Again I ask what were you really thinking?
This coupling missed the curtain ’s call

I look to wonder before murmur
You ask me what; but I try to stall
Like I am an artichoke you begin peeling
and I pretend to be appalled
Like poker faced, the fake
without blinking
and still I am standing tall
While inside I am slightly shrinking

Fumbling, completely numb; no feeling
Sincerely trying not to fall
What were you really thinking?
I think you should feel like I do

I think you should feel so small

so small