I’ve shouted twice today already,
And my throat’s raw and red.
But not even now do your legions of perfection
March my way.
So lights out, mayfly,
Because I’m going home.
My infection from the scratching
At the itch that wasn’t there
Has left me doubting on my blond hair
And on your blue eyes.
So lights out, mayfly,
Because I’m going home.
And it’s an act of such bravery,
Or so I’ve been told,
To just give up the house you built
For one you built just down the road.
So lights out, mayfly,
Because I’m going home.