clouds are singing a song, marching along, just like they do

i like it best when your cigarettes burn down to the bone, and then to my lips.
do we bleed just to know we're alive?
well, that's canary's in its cage, just spinning to get out -
it takes more than drink and drugs to break our barriers down.

and the walls are breathing, and slowly start to lean it.
but tell me, sweetheart, were you ever really listening?

sell your wishes for peace of mind

i thought that by writing all the shit in my head down, it'd figure itself out.
these girls are moths, drawn to absent lovers over flames.
ever done something you'll regret until the day you die?
i'd like to say sorry, but that'd be too easy.
words will never quite please me.
look past the sweat, darlin', you haven't seen the best of me yet.

dance. dance. dance. drop.

tomorrow you'll be worlds away

the lights are off but i can't rest.
everything i say i learn to regret.

fuck.

dear manchester

so, i know where my roads are leading for the next three years -
hopefully with a detour to the USofA.
the weight's off my shoulders, but has slipped down to my feet.
i'm dragging my shadow behind me down the street.
where am i going with this?

i've never been so happy. i've never been so apathetic.
fourteen years for this?
goodbye home, goodbye person who knows me best, goodbye to the sanity i have left.
i'm not scared. i'm not worried. i'm not excited.

but i AM ready.
ready to breathe underwater.
ready to enjoy the brief pride of a father.
ready to get the hell out of this town.

latin verbs

this is for those catholic bastards, who never knew their absent fathers.
i like preaching to people so much worse than myself about how to end up like everyone else.
humanity is fucked in the head(boards).
i feel sexy when i'm out of my mind.
we can't all be perfect all the time.

watching the phone ring again. observing people live in a different way.
i want to feel whole again. human again. flawless again -
wait. i never felt that anyway.

seems the hours take us from bad to rehab.
this is the gun that went off on the first pull.
you can't count bullets in bodies.

i blame the gin.

two and a half

nine days.
nine never ending days.

they say cats have nine lives.
makes me thankful i'm not of the feline persuasion. i'm bored with the one life i've got.
bored. dull. lethargic with living.

everything's been done / said. everyone worth knowing has been known a thousand times before you ever get close.

i'm stuck in a time warp. back to the future of god-knows-where.
someone keeps turning back my clock. this is groundhogs day.
this is where the path forks off to two dead ends.

this is hello, goodbye, and everything in between.

birdsong

i've realised that i'm only ever lonely when i'm surrounded by people.
when everything's been said and done, we can never be original.
i play games of asphixiation just to get drunk on the adrenalin.

sometimes i take you for granted.
i miss you.