Paroles de Duckling

You are not an angel, you are a pet I look at you through glossy eyes I’m sorry I haven’t let you go yet We’re plucking out our feathers one by one In this second I am squished fingers in a desperate touch I want to say something about your posture How I noticed you’re feeling blue Like the night at your place when I got way too high And sloppily told you I needed you Instead, I say nothing because I know I’d rather not hear the answer Instead, I sink back into the couch I wonder what you are thinking I never find out Duckling, are you the ugly one? Or, duckling, is it me? Duckling, are you the ugly one? Or, darling, it’s not that hard to believe