Lyric Goldfish and Paracetamol

A dead loss,
No fun, just glum
Lying next to someone
So don t mention the War
Don t question where we stand
Or where we fall
North, South, East where s best?
If I head left
It turns out directionless

And 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 take them all
They line my stomach wall

With customary thirst
I search a water glass
But gin hits first
Oh don t believe the hype
Expectancy will always spoil a party

It s tourniquet 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