From the tram to the train I’d sc… from shuttle to shuttle with only the speakers for company and then Sorry, can I just. I. Sorry
Come then Pluck at my flesh! You can’t damage my liver As fast I can Have you seen what I drink?
Once a week was just right? Greasy, slippery with fat Forever too much but right regardl… And you’d finish me in the morning I was your takeaway.
Stood in the dark stopped on the pavement beneath th… that I can’t see but I know is th… because I can smell it. looking at the lights on the lake…
Grant me peace! To pester And pester And pester; See how the repetition adds
The guitar sits in the corner of t… And I wonder, does it wait? To be plucked and played? To sing my melancholy vibrations? Left alone for months at a time
I craft torn worlds immeasurable, Glades of hilly plains over the mo… Mere dreamed memories shape fantas… And! Points unfinished; begun wrong. A…
Its almost too cliché a broken heart shaped necklace shattered glass in the corner with a naked wire frame But I can imagine
It’s been said that I’d love a shadow If it smiled at me. I smile and agree: Talking to people
Flickering uncertainly but still certainly flickering our candle dripped we had trays of wax time and trauma saw to that
Waiting Is exhausting but I just keep on Waiting Because I think you’re worth it Even though I lapse and sometimes
Sorry I assume We could be something more Perhaps we can’t I always have hope Alternating with despair
You’d think it was magic the way You can’t make time What do I do then? Do I dance naked under the moon In blood rituals or some such beca…
Listening to the gale blow, I recall the banshee of memory, Spectres of what was haunt my thoughts, And I recall the pain,
Coffee is something of a ritual Standing tall, I repeat the mantr… “Flat White Please” Sometimes to go but best to stay As I sit and stare at your eyes