Too Much Too Late (The Sitcom Song)

From a collection of songs we call “Mezzanine”

I ridicule you, you ridicule me, I wish we’d act differently

I irritate you, you aggravate me, you wind me up effortlessly

I analyse you, you paralyse me, I can’t find a way to break free

I justify you but you crucify me, you do it deliberately

I elevate you, you fascinate me, the thought of how good we could be

I satirise you, you sacrifice me, you alter my identity

You say I suffocate you but you sabotage me, you’re a cold revolutionary

I glorify you but you terrify me, that is the reality

We’re too complicated to ever really set things straight

We’re lost if separated, but together we’re too much, too late

I congratulate you, you emasculate me, some masochist tendency?

While I would specify you, you would classify me ready for redundancy

I undermine you, you redefine me, you’re an old revolutionary

You manipulate me, still I stipulate you, I love you, incredibly

You overwhelm me, I underwhelm you, that is the reality

I magnify you, you minimise me, you do it deliberately

I castigate you, you excoriate me, we share a vicious vocabulary

I contemplate you, you contemplate me and there lies our difficulty

We’re too complicated to ever really set things straight

We’re lost if separated, but together we’re too much, too late

I ridicule you, you ridicule me, I wish we’d act differently