Bittersweet - Shriekback

They tell me love is where it falls

But just as randomly it falls to pieces

It doesn’t really go away

Just gets a bit less every day

It feels entropic as the heat increases

I pick out the urchin’s spines

You get back up on your many crosses

I think that April’s cruel but fair

Something destructive in the air

After summer we can count the losses

It’s bittersweet, without the sweet

Honey from the rock, without the honey

Was never absolutely clean

Never really love’s young dream

A pair of fairly fucked up bunnies

I could come to you tonight

Hold your hands and feel the world unravel

So tired of everything we know

See how the cliches flock like crows

Pretty soon we’re back to flint and gravel

Back to wrangling in the bar

Raking through some existential drivel

It was grudgingly sublime, or possibly a waste of time

We sit back and watch the roses shrivel

It’s bittersweet, without the sweet

Honey from the rock, without the honey

An unedifying scene

Both ridiculous and mean

Seems the pessimists were on the money

There’s not a lot to do tonight

I will not say that we have learned some lessons

Was just a bloody mess that I

Will not attempt to dignify

Consistent with our first impressions

Just bittersweet without the sweet

Bittersweet without the sweet

Just bittersweet without the sweet