Shivers

I’ve been contemplating suicide,

But it really doesn’t suit my style,

So I think I’ll just act bored instead

And contain the blood I would’ve shed

She makes me feel so ill at ease

My heart is really on its knees

But I keep a poker face so well

That even mother couldn’t tell

But my baby’s so vain

She is almost a mirror

And the sound of her name

Sends a permanent shiver down my

Spine

I keep her photograph against my heart

For in my life she plays a starring part

All alcohol and cigarettes

There is no room for cheap regrets