Round the bend

You don't have to try and pretend
There's no one else left to befriend
As always you know we tend
To think
you're
Round the bend

II

Cutting corners
and ending up in the gutter
Our private thoughts
were the last we thought to utter

Hairpin happening
Nearly lost a load
There's lots of dark
remark
along this road

Suddenly our singsong
returns to consternation
A liquid amber lining
on what looks like concentration