Hanging with the Hangman

Poem inspired by the song "Berlin Chair" by You Am I. (Or is this better than both?) ;)

You can't hear what I'm saying, if what I'm saying is true
instead you enjoy turning my hate into something shiny and new
Oh how did I make the mistake of saying "I do"?
But that is just the way it is, until the arrival of next weeks issue.

If you wait, I'll give all my eggs to you
Let's take a chance to know and see it through
My cold hand is here for you to take anew
I'll give you the pleasure of re-tightening my noose

And did you really think again, that thinking again was going to be the clue
that youve been searching for, so you could search for the truth
Blast this life, blast it all, for ever making me blue
But I'd give it all away if I could just change the venue

If you wait, I'll give all my eggs to you
Let's take a chance to know and see it through
My cold hand is here for you to take anew
Would you give me the pleasure of re-tightening your noose

I'm wide awake tonight, craving for the "early birds stew"
The rising sun chasing the the setting moon is my cue
To rush to the hills, chase after my decimated crew
for they know not, what they know, is that they know they are screwed

If you wait, I'll give all my eggs to you
Why won't you take a chance, let's see what we can go through
My cold hand is here for you to take
I'll slide down my high-chair
and let you lean on me 'till I break.

(It's too late, too late, too late).