monday

my face is made-up.
yours in an autobiography.
slipping on a little white lie and high heals.
ready for a night on the town?
sick of all the speculation in this gentleman's charade.
i woke up without your breath on the back of my neck, and now i feel homesick for places i've never been.
i was too afraid to say "i love you" so i wrote it down for you to read.
then i changed my mind.
we go for quantity, not quality.
i spend nights lying next to you, thinking how to get out of the room without the floorboards creaking you awake.
grace glides on blistered feet.

is this everything you ever wanted?
sometimes i wonder...

build them up to cash in on breaking them down

BANG.

i would have taken the bullet for you, 'cept it was me pulling the trigger.
sorry. or not.
i wish i was.
these are just window pains. look closely and you'll see straight through me.
we wake up with the whole world at our feet. then we hunch over computer screens in the hope of breaking into something unbelieveable.
unforgettable.
hope and hype. one at a time please.
i've got a logbook full of candle wishes that never came true.
writing letters of complaint to addresses in ghost towns.
my head wrote this for revenge. my heart sealed it with a kiss.
read it like a crime scene report. or an autopsy.
can you remember how the vinyl feels?
i cut my heart out just to be sure that i had one.
we're whispering war poetry like love songs.
a decay of hope between guillotines and loving.

inside i'm laughing at you.
or at me.

eyes like television screens and mouths like glossy magazines

goodbye, goodluck, good god.
she's gone.

why do we insist on thinking we're important enough for someone to remember to forget us?

i'll try not to make that mistake.

i'm (only) good at faking it like i care

rain pelts on rooftops and screams against window pains.
cutting tensions like butchers knives. flesh turns to butter.
tears to salt in wounds deeper than your eyes.
words bruise darker than the queen of hearts.
summer nights and fist fights.

your masks are slipping off all your faces.
make-up's dripping off mine in beads of sweat from stages.
hit this in your veins and you'll never be the same.
tomorrow's not better, just different.
same with the kids of today.

i fear everything but falling.

suns set in her eyes and rise in his mind.
the rain stops.
we lost.

i sing in my sleep when i'm alone with you

wait. what?

"every 'sorry' you whisper into my ear makes the next even more worthless"

i fought and kicked and screamed for love.
i want it rough and in handcuffs.

off limits.

cold like clay stars

"i try, i really do, but i just don't understand you."
"that's okay. i don't understand me either."

cheshire cats and afternoon kisses

i miss the times when we could take risks. when we ran towards the danger.
now we don't even have any fear to hide from.
except from ourselves.
the food and drink is sugarfree. colourfree. funfree.
this bank has cut it's interest down to 0%.

i went on a swing today. it was old and had been out of use for a while.
like my heart.
i love swings. or maybe i love the way they mess with my head.
we fly forwards until we reach the top of our game, and every inch of your body burns for our fingers to slip off the chains so we can soar higher and faster and better than anyone else.
but we don't.
and we fall away.
back, back, back.

i shut my eyes and jumped.
i haven't hit the ground yet.

give me time.

blink

and you'll miss it.

but it's better if you don't

you're stood windows away from me. i can see you, but i can't touch you.
or is it you that can't touch me?
i'm confused. i lost my place in the fairytale, and now it doesn't make sense.
the music sounds better through other people's headphones.
mine send the words buzzing through my skull.
stinging with the words they're singing.

you're fire. i'm ice.
elephants and mice.
it started as a romance. and then i woke up.
"all this hate is gonna burn you up"

i realised today, that i'm never going to be anything comparable to her.
she's everything you ever wanted, isn't she?
or maybe i'm just everything you never wanted.
i confess, we passed our lives up so we wouldn't have to fuck them up.

her eyes are torches into her soul.
spark up. lookallover.

oh baby, you took too long to risk it.
and you missed it.

45 minutes to make the bandages stick

i've seen ships come in, only to go back out sinking.
blink and you missed it.
kiss her, kiss him.
they'll never notice the lipstick stains on...ssh. this is a little too provocative.
i'm sending out mixed messages, because my brain can't rearrange them.

thank you. thank you for having me.

apologies. mistakes make wars.
bad news is good news in reverse.
the breaths between the words make them worse.

thank you.

she wears her sunglasses at night to hide the secret she keeps in her eyes

i'll hold onto the wings of a hero, take me away, take me away.
if i call out to you, will you come back and save me?
i watched the moon collapse behind the horizon. i watched you collapse behind the closed bathroom door.
drowning (in) your sorrows.
i'm the one hiding behind your eyelids, waiting for when you're the most vulnerable.
you caught me by surprise, i'll admit it.
they all caught on. i missed the announcement.
preoccupied by my own tragedy.
oblivious to the newest stories.

this is front page news for us.
and only us.

we've got something big here.
but no one's noticed.

love...

"it began as a mistake. it ended as a war"

this is news and note hot off the rails.
i throw out "i'm only human" when i get caught out.
i talk to you from another time-zone. my head and heart are off-key.
i'm a double shot espresso. or a narcotic breakdown.
give me a chance and i'll show you how to breathe underwater.
hypocrisy looks best on me, especially with that shade of black and blue.

"repeated history as in, we're hiding your pills"

nervous thrills.
do you bask in the limelight or does it seek you out?
hellogoodbyeagain.

this is the headline of the weak, draped and displayed.
we'll pay to watch him fall down.
what happens when the queen of hearts hits back?
this all means more in the corners of dance floors.
love me or leave me. actually, flip and reverse it.
i never wanted this anyway.
the witness protests his innocence looking down from french windows.

"they don't scream for me, they scream for you."
"maybe. but i scream for you."

"it began as a mistake. it ended as a war"

this is news and note hot off the rails.
i throw out "i'm only human" when i get caught out.
i talk to you from another time-zone. my head and heart are off-key.
i'm a double shot espresso. or a narcotic breakdown.
give me a chance and i'll show you how to breathe underwater.
hypocrisy looks best on me, especially with that shade of black and blue.


"repeated history as in, we're hiding your pills"
nervous thrills.

do you bask in the limelight or does it seek you out?
hellogoodbyeagain.


this is the headline of the weak, draped and displayed.
we'll pay to watch him fall down.
what happens when the queen of hearts hits back?
this all means more in the corners of dance floors.
love me or leave me. actually, flip and reverse it.

i never wanted this anyway.

the witness protests his innocence looking down from french windows.



"they don't scream for me, they scream for you."
"maybe. but i scream for you."

home truths

it's not schizophrenia, if you get along with the voices inside your head.
it's not romance, if every 'i love you' ends up in bed.

not so conventional

good mornin' darlin'. ready to slick on your face for the crowds? keep running in a straight line, because they're waiting to cash in on your mistakes. this cloud has a lining of blues. silverhues.

notperfect. notquiteimperfection.

i have no words

i have no...

these butterflies became lions

"i'd cry crocodile rivers for us."
i already do.

moonlight reflects in her eyes and you know, "she'll be alright".

we spent summer nights under the city lights. we're a little nostalgic for the hardest times we ever had.

i miss things never going right. because then it didn't matter.
now everyone notices when you fall down.
and they don't offer you a hand, because you're old/wise/good enough to get up all on your own.

everyone is an open wound. you're the salt in mine.
you're the canary we'll send down first.
test this. record it. bottle and sell it.

life gave me lemonade, and i had to transform it back into lemons again.

ha.