i spent so many wasted stars building myself up just to watch the world fall.
nothing's as steady as rumour mills.
every day i miss her more than i miss myself.
interesting considered elisabeth has been missing for some time now.
i don't know how to say this
i'm afraid to fail again
but those east london kids have to say
i agree.
"i'm sorry."
"thanks for loving me."
"it was never meant to be this way."
wordswordswordsapologies.
if i was drowning, would you save me?
Wednesday, 29 April 2009
Saturday, 18 April 2009
birds of a feather
simplicity is busy when we mix with innovation.
our ambition is changing us from doctors into patients.
spend six hours procrastinating, and a few seconds kissing.
we'res masochists and sadists prepping lovers for corrupting.
our ambition is changing us from doctors into patients.
spend six hours procrastinating, and a few seconds kissing.
we'res masochists and sadists prepping lovers for corrupting.
Monday, 13 April 2009
'cause i feel you
what can i say, i'm just a girl caught up in your world.
can't go forwards, can't go back.
limbo doesn't exist, but it's where i am.
does that mean i'm not real?
spend my nights lying awake wanting so much to be you
and i spend my days smiling and pretending that i hate everything you do.
people killing people is normality.
you killing you is normality too.
strange how we feel so broken together.
can't go forwards, can't go back.
limbo doesn't exist, but it's where i am.
does that mean i'm not real?
spend my nights lying awake wanting so much to be you
and i spend my days smiling and pretending that i hate everything you do.
people killing people is normality.
you killing you is normality too.
strange how we feel so broken together.
Thursday, 12 March 2009
doctor, doctor, there's a problem in room 64
i miss the nights when people phoned instead of facebooked.
voices instead of messages.
remember, remember.
this kid has blurry eyes and a blurry heart.
runrabbitrunrabbitrunrabbitbang.
it's murder on the dancefloor when your light goes out, or away, or something of the same.
i want moremoremore from you.
i want moremoremore from me.
i want us to just fucking be.
voices instead of messages.
remember, remember.
this kid has blurry eyes and a blurry heart.
runrabbitrunrabbitrunrabbitbang.
it's murder on the dancefloor when your light goes out, or away, or something of the same.
i want moremoremore from you.
i want moremoremore from me.
i want us to just fucking be.
Monday, 9 March 2009
gossip girl... or girl gossip?
i hope you're proud of yourself.
proud of yourself.
yourself.
I JUST NEED TO SCREAM.
proud of yourself.
yourself.
I JUST NEED TO SCREAM.
Saturday, 7 March 2009
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