Reliant Robin

I'm afraid this life will be the death of me
And you'll learn to love your hating me
A callous turn befriending me
Baby, I'm a fool
My back hunched more-so than a year ago
Tugging at my torso, a new pain I don't wanna know
Trying to learn to live again
Drowned out by the sound of inconsequence

We're halfway through another necropolis walk
And suddenly death doesn't feel so permanent anymore
With the rub of the green of which we've had free rein
You find yourself resigned to say
"Why is everything so cold so grey
When the forecast promised sun today?"

I'm just hanging on in there, it's what I do best
Take a good look around and is that all there is?
Twenty, thirty a day, who knows maybe more
The flat cap gambler by the bathroom door
It's same old story it's the same old shit
Just waiting for the same old heartbreak to hit
I'd swear it might be for the best
If you weren't the only thing that I love to death

It's a simple notion in a stupid age
But has it ever been worth having anything to say?
Any insight offered, so far unsought
Only casts fear, aspersions and doubt and squall
A caustic fear growing weak
Beachcomber fringe parted neat
Like an old reliant robin reliant on its rust
And an old unspoken truth reliant on my trust
It comes and goes

I'm just hanging on in there, it's what I do best
Take a good look around and is that all there is?
Twenty, thirty a day, who knows maybe more
The flat cap gambler by the bathroom door
It's same old story it's the same old shit
Just waiting for the same old heartbreak to hit
I'd swear it might be for the best
If you weren't the only thing that I love to death