Under the blanket of a starless ni… my inane smile just a make-up pain… as I wander down a lane that’s nam… and choke back tears on years gone… I dream a dream of circumstance

A friend of mine once barked at me Good and evil were the same Both different sides of the same c… Just illusions of reactionary game I didn’t believe his view distille…

here I stand watching the days go… a restless head wondering about ev… I hear your voice it sounds like a… and I’m well schooled in knowing t… a change in her mood tells me its…

You hover over the bones of a dead… You’ve eaten all the flesh and the… You pick them up and use them for… And ponder the culinary gift Your the queen of quarrels bar non…

Honourable deeds are a thing of the past remorse just a world dreamt in a flash morphine for tears

you’ll always be the last to know things of real and true value if you persist on throwing punches at perceived awkward questions you’ll be haunted by past mistakes

a bouncing rubber man in mid air the drop explodes his world feels like a trampoline with the leap of a smiling toad a jugglers apprentice of pottery

and into my heaven drifts your lonely pen you sketched me a sky and I’m here, I’m there shapes and outlines

a bus I should of never taken I might of not met you, took you out for a drink and felt something between us two, should of ripped up your number