I can't read minds
but sometimes I try
and although you're in love with Pierre
I guess I'll just sit right here
'cause the concrete feels fine
up and down my spine
but I'll get my chance to shine

So take your time
and I'll sit in line
to hope you're reminded
until our silent decline

Kick me I wanna feel that boot
slam square into my jaw
corrode the waste from my face
and replace it with his grace 
and give me all your old plates, my friends

purloin my mind
but you seemed so kind
you'll miss outright
my audible incline

Pierre (Demo)

The Something Strange