Angry Song: 1000 Pieces of Broken Glass

Suddenly destroyed by nothing in particular
I cross the less traveled path
into the center and out again
All the lefts and rights fall away

I am happiest when I cry
and he is angriest when he sleeps

Dear and sweetheart the waiter says
A pursuit more genuine
It is 1000 pieces of broken glass
it is all collected ephemera

He is angry when he sleeps
He is angriest when he sleeps

Hard and brassy in the park there is some huge turning
I pay too much money and leave before he returns
Perhaps the wicked pursuit I should abandon
is of you
my dear

But I am happiest when I cry
And he is angriest when he sleeps.