Situation Vacant

Situation vacant
round and round
the mulberry bush
i chased a man
with twenty tails
led me right to the gate
of the nightmare trail
i sit around and chew
on memories, how you
spiked my drink
and fed me sweetened lies
your vanity
is the only thing i remember
about you, now
chew on your conquest whore
and don't bother coming round
no more, my sign is in

~you can call me Comet