Under Duress

So I’m
coming to
your house
today

As it
seems
I have
no choice

But to endure
three hours
of awkward
pretence

And your
fucking
annoying
voice

If only
I could
just say
no

Then all
of this
would
end

Instead I’ll
turn up
with a
smile

And fake
being
your best
friend

Killing Time

Why do I
find the
wait so
hard?

Is it
ego?

Is it
pride?

Or is it
because
I need you
to prove

That I’m not
completely
dead
inside?

That Split Second

When I saw you
sleeping there

I couldn’t help
but stop and stare

Probably because
I was drunk too

Although nowhere
near as drunk as you

I had to walk over
and poke the bear