The Fathomless Deaths of the XYs

3 strikes and I'm out,
This game never ends,
I'll primp and I'll pose
At what my life sends.

But sooner or later
It gets a bit late,
It gets a bit tired,
And I get irate.

They're all the same,
And it's only for show,
They'll fight and they'll flirt,
And then off they'll go.

So I'll watch and I'll wait,
With my hair up in clips,
As I paint Monets
On my fingertips.