Dreaming Drains

What is the meanest thing they can do?
Leave me to dream I’m rich in some drain
It’s me the golden boy, the one you love
My hands are full of presents
Some gold and some plastic
I bought for you

I know they’re fools, they’re my only hope
When would you like to kick in my head?

The girls at all the parties
Now flaunt themselves
Nobody objects when I
Push  people, eat people
Who made me beg.

Just savour this moment
When your heart is broken
How long since I told you
How much I hate you?

Now as I lie alone in the dark
Miles from the noise and talk
I’m reborn

It’s me the golden boy
The criminal
I’ll sing these awkward blues
And in times of no contest
Just dig me up