so im sitting here
with a biffter in me grid
thinking of all the things i did
wrong
like in another reality
you and i could be
sound
but its not that easy
and you cant be near me
gutted
so why are you fuming
gettin a cob on at three thirty
things should be nice an breezy
you made your bed now lie in it?
quite the opposite really
fucking hell how cheesy
am i really.
dont get me wrong
im trying
but the roads so long and winding
im walking on egg shells
still stacking shelves
writing bad poetry with worse timing
and yeah in another reality
it could just be
you and me
for eternity
and all that
but face facts
our heads are jacked
youre not coming back
and for the record for rhyming sake i could have used the words crack wacky back or smack
but fuck that
iv got more vocabulary
an alter egos arch nemesis entity
i see violence silence love thats vibrant
but i hate this city
this country and its values
the these that and those
the way the cold wind blows
it does my head in
its frustrating
all im doing is ageing
growing cold soul sold and gathering mould
i should be flying
being where i want to be
but where is it
id love to visit
iv become so anaesthetised
i dont even realise what i want no more
like someone else keeping score
gettin bored of the trends
its driving me round the bend
to save face
i even forgot what i was ranting about in the first place
going off on a tangent
finding ways to vent
ah fuck it
ill be the carpet
ill be broken hearted
at least thats what you'll see
because thats not the real me.
I was mad about you
and the things you do
maybe you want me to chase
well thats great
but just let me know
before i let go
like rose in titanic
feeling stressed depressed and manic
dont panic
im a walker and a talker
but lately i feel like another one of your stalkers
so if you want me come and get me
if not then dont regret me
because iv tried and tried till im tired
and right now id rather just get wired
i can only do so much
til i have to give up
but it seems like youre quite gutted about it
like im moving on but you wont allow it
this was your choice your decision
you made a paradise into a prison
and i hope youre happy having someone else to blame
i dont mind. keep playing your mind games.
Friday, 5 November 2010
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