Not sure if I’ll cope tonight
Going out is such a chore
Plus there’s a chance
You’ll force me to dance
And my head is already sore
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
Not sure if I’ll cope tonight
Going out is such a chore
Plus there’s a chance
You’ll force me to dance
And my head is already sore
‘I am tired, I am weary.
I could sleep for a thousand years’
“Justice and humaneness have never gone hand in hand. The law is not a sentimental comedy.”
– Captain Watkin Tench
Why bother to wait
I’m not that fussed
Either way
All I’ll feel is disgust
You say more
With your eyes
Than you do
With your mouth
So maybe
You should shut them both
Sliced wide open again
For all the world to see
If only there was
Another way
To let the poison free
Pardon me miss
If I buy you a drink
Please
Do not think me bold
No problem mate
You can buy me two
As long as you fuck off
When you’re told
If it wasn’t you
It would have been someone else
I’m not that fussy
I always knew
That I loved you
But never if
You loved me back
I wish it was you
Underneath the mask
Instead of this (second rate)
Tribute act
My body may be
At 35,000ft
But my mind
Is anything
But cruising
‘Look at me standing
Here on my own again
Up straight in the sunshine…’
“Good rain knows the best time to fall”
– VIP 3
If we are out
In the dead of night
And by chance
Our eyes should meet
What happens next
Will not be short
And it certainly
Won’t be sweet
The truth is
I felt like this
Even before you died