Mop it up

You wouldn't expect her
to reject you ambitious conjecture
of union so fine.
You remind her how you've cried for her
and she sighs, "I know, it's a crime dear,
but he buyed for me things that cost big money."

So you ache and wait for the rain,
saying faith has only brought you pain
but you mistake in saying so,
though upside-down now you are made whole.

Mop, mop, mop it up.
Your red eyes cry a cup
to clean up after the retreat.
Please tell your self you smelt dirt
a million miles away before you felt hurt.
It's faith not self deceit.

You should have re-read this.
She took your bed, now it's sad cause you're restless
and sleeping on your own.
That's reckless, and you know this,
but you're no more the nice guy nor the sucker, shirtless
and you've decided for
you ain't gonna hurt no more.

Well something that we did not know is
it's better to just let it go
and tell ourselves we still have friends
so don't make walls that hurt at them.
Instead we'll live in black and white
and swing our picks and frown and fight
with charcoal faces dark as night
but from each end the smirks will curl
and twinkling eyes will concur
we all have faces made of pearl.

Mop, mop, mop it up.
Your red eyes cry a cup
to clean up after the retreat.
Please tell your self you smelt dirt
a million miles away before you felt hurt.
It's faith not self deceit.

Mop, mop, mop it up.
My red eyes fill the cup
to help out after your defeat.
Have faith. Don't dismay.
It'll be your strength on the next day.