Eating Gloves

Welcome back, my only friend, didn’t think you’d come again
You’re welcome to enjoy yourself today
Stay here, play here, if you must but don’t think you’ll be let off just
Because you think you’re here to stay

We’re just like the septum queens who watch for titillating scenes
While they sweep the floor and pull their eyes
Here’s a house of curious fellows, all decked up in daffodil yellows
If you don’t know them, you’re in for a surprise

Mr. Curry, lace and frills, is trying to get another thrill
He’s in an awful way but that won’t last
Salt and Pepper are the twins, they love it when the games begin
But generally leave it when it’s come to pass

May and January are in love, but currently they’re eating gloves
They’re higher than the ceiling cares to go
Don’t mind the powder on the floor, it won’t be too long before
The janitor collects and lets it blow

Jeff has locked up Julian in a closet, what a din
He will not let him out until he’s passed
He hits his head upon the wall and Jeremy has come to call
And Robert sweeps up all the broken glass

Hey, look, Sadie’s got the world upon a string, the naughty girl
She plays with it and lets it play with her
They move the dressers, move her drawers and let her have a little more
‘Til someone comes and they go back as they were

I’m just weeping, I’m just feeling, I’m just playing on your ceiling
Trying to get emotions but I can’t
Loving, touching, risking, chancing, falling, sleeping, kicking, dancing
Hugging, saying, hey, I like your plant

I’m sad to see you go again because you are my only friend
But I won’t die without your company
You see, I live with many friends in a show that never ends
This house is mine and they belong to me
This house is mine and they belong to me