Wrap you up in a beach towel
Rolled your ankle—gotta watch where you land
Big house sporting a bay window, with a view of the coast
Holiday timeshare and nobody knows where anything goes
Ice cubes wrapped in a kitchen cloth
Your pain is my pain, plucks the low and high strains
Drink, untrouble your mind with it
When knowledge was tied to a consanguine kindness
No, you cut it all out with the scalpels of doubt
You know this was your failure.