Peanuts

Here I am again
 Here I am sitting in the waiting room
 Waiting for an appointment
 That I had booked six months ago
 I'm feeling very low
 Yes, I was shitting bricks
 At the prospect of existence without you
 And so I gave it one more go
 But the story didn't stick
 And suddenly it clicked
 Some allergies you tolerate and some habits, you just have to kick
 I saw you on your back
 Amongst the peanut shells
 That were scattered on the floor of the big top
 Right next to the overwhelming sense
 Of impеnding doom, but no one even askеd
 Or mentioned anything to me about the elephant in the room
 When suddenly it clicked
 Some allergies you tolerate and some habits, you, yeah
 You gotta bite the bullet and get it fixed
 You gotta get it seen to, so see to it
 That the story sticks
 That the story sticks
 That the story sticks
 That the story sticks
 You gotta bite the bullet and get it fixed
 You gotta get it seen to, so see to it
 That the story sticks
 That the story sticks
 That the story sticks
 That the story sticks, ah
 You always said that you'd both met and fell in love at the circus
 And that's why you loved animals so much
 So much so that you'd bought a big dog
 With little ears and called it 'dumbo'
 Which was a joke that got less and less funny every time
 Obviously you brought the dog along that night
 When you showed up otherwise alone, to my dinner party
 Having already rung ahead to ensure that all of my dishes
 Had been prepared in a completely nut-free environment
 Now quipping that it was for the sake of your 'imaginary' husband
 Because several years on from the wedding
 That none of us were invited to
 We still hadn't met him, even though you always said he was coming
 Before suddenly he couldn't make it
 Because he worked away a lot with work
 But mainly because he didn't really exist
 And you broke down in tears in my kitchen
 Certain he was seeing somebody else
 How reckless we'd all been to tolerate your fabricated reality
 But until then I didn't have the guts
 To put an end to the ever maddening scenes
 So with a solemn nod and totemic silence
 I walked over to the cupboard where I kept the snacks
 Took a pinch of dry roast dust from the loose pegged bag
 Sprinkled it into the upturned palms of your trembling hands
 And said
 'If you just rub some of this
 Round the rim of his can then no one will know
 But we'll all understand'
 It takes real guts to fake being nuts
 And it takes real nuts to break fake guts
 You gotta bite the bullet and get it fixed
 You gotta get it seen to, so see to it
 That the story sticks
 That the story sticks
 That the story sticks
 That the story sticks
 You gotta bite the bullet and get it fixed
 You gotta get it seen to, so see to it
 That the story sticks
 That the story sticks
 That the story sticks
 That the story sticks
 Because stories that don't stick
 Mean someone's bound to twig
 Your alibis cooperate or they will be
 Fed to all the pigs