call me, and we'll make a plan

faster, faster, faster...
what are you running from?

36,000 feet into nowhere. flashing smiles and cards in the hope someone recalls who you are.
seven minutes wasn't long enough, and now i want to go back. back, back.
like cats with nine lives... until we're hit hard, and suddenly we wonder where those back-ups went.
slurring through candle-lit dinners for two.
we've got nothing left to lose/prove.
take my lucky number and reverse it for the same effect.
counting down the weeks until you're gone forever. beg your heart to break to convince yourself you still feel the same way.
the clocks ticking {or counting down}. i used to know everything, and now i can't even figure myself out.
bet your dreams on candle wishes on days you can't control. or you don't want to control.
i told you i'd only say it once, but i lied.
it's a habbit, or a hobby. or both.

well done, you passed the test. pour the champagne and celebrate your success.
if you figured this out, you have my phone number circumscribed in the palm of your hand.

say hi.

i think i'm dreaming...

and i'm scared to open my eyes on the offchance that i'm right.
bruised thighs and eyes just a little too wide.
head lights. moon light.
we're all just rabbits caught off guard in roads.

gemini

you never meant to say it, did you?
the red stillettos and matching lipstick didn't really tell them anything.
so you thought you'd fill their pretty, empty heads with pretty, empty words.
inside they're crying and you missed it.
kiss it better like you do.
you know it's all because of you.

heads made up of regrets and "i wish i hadn't..."s.
spectacularly unspectacular.

i'm an asbestos touch, a nitroglycerin fuck.
an "i really shouldn't, but..."

"shit. shit. shit"

ouch.

buy one get one free

i'll wipe your teenage smiles off your faces.
i'll show you places even God avoids.
the slums of my head.
brimstone flames lick the souls of my feet.

i'm writing fairytales where hansel and gretel were eaten alive by the witch in the dream cottage.
where cinderella never met her prince, and spent the rest of her life in rags and contaminated skin.
contagious.
fear and fame. flashes and flames.
smashing mirrors and breaking palm readers hands.

i make my own luck.
and then i sell it - half-price if you buy my soul.

not that you'd want it.
it's not much use to me.
it'll be even less use to you.

let's not pretend that we...

the look in her eyes is enviable,
is it typical of every girl you've fucked before.
give me a hundred reasons why we can't make this work anymore.

you want to start over.
you want to get under.
it's all two of the same.
this is how you get by,
baby boy, don't let her see her make you cry.

make her scream with your hands on her hips.
loose lips sink ships,
and this one will look so pretty at the bottom of the sea.

i can see your lips moving, but all i can hear is "blah, blah, blah".

i'm a precipitated emergency.
foggy like london but without all the class and dignity.
keep your ears to the ground, but your eyes to their hearts,
when you've got everything left to lose, bet on the longshots.

full of miscalculated efforts at organising these tears and plans into futures and vows.
this is how everything starts and ends all at once.
i'm crazy for the sparkle that tells me, "this is it"
romances last terrorist.

i could have had it all,
but i just couldn't take the risk.

curb sleepers and cocaine souls

i hand over bunches of cemetary roses in the pretence the romance is still alive.
i'll fall asleep in the mirror, watching the lights go out in my eyes.
go on, shoot off your mouth before they can retaliate with arms.
shot gun. stun gun.

everyone's dead anyway.

stop. think again. go anyway.

ha.

i just lost my mind.
how careless of me.

this stun gun carnival has blasted precious braincells out of my mouth -
and into your lap.
we've all got cinderblocks in hand and a steady aim.

i froze 'us' with the block of ice in the cage in my chest.