So with one tiny needle today
And another still to follow
The future, all of a sudden, starts to look
Just that little bit less hollow
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
So with one tiny needle today
And another still to follow
The future, all of a sudden, starts to look
Just that little bit less hollow
You’d never burn in hell
Would you?
You’re far too cool for that
Shame, really
As it’s all you deserve
For being such a twat
‘I know…
You were…
Way too bright for me’
Throw me onto the bed
Dear boy
Your body on mine impose
For a meeting of minds
Is not required
Let alone
An entwinement of souls
I hate it
When you look at me
For all I see
Is pain
But what hurts more
Is I can’t be sure
I won’t fuck it up
Again
So long
Farewell
Auf Wiedersehen
Adieu
I never liked you anyway
Or the rest of your fucking crew
A second coffin
Was wheeled out
Someone else
Had died
But then I saw
The robins land
So I stood
As my tears dried
Some people stay together
And hate every second of it
But as they’re bound by tradition
They put up with each others shit
They’re worn down day after day
But are far too scared to leave
For of a life full of happiness
They cannot possibly conceive
Broken bottles
Broken bones
Broken hearts
Broken homes
I scythe these words
Across the page
To allow my pain to flow
I find it leaves
Much less of a scar
Than other ways I know
Really?
That’s it?
You shouldn’t have fucking bothered
That’s how you do it,
Boris
Our woman
Has had her say
Now how long
Will it take for you
To protect your people
In the same way?
Let us out
Or lock us in
It doesn’t matter
You’ll never win
For some won’t be told
What to do
You can talk and talk
‘Til your face is blue
But what would help
Is to make a decision
Perhaps then a plan
Would meet less derision
For every day you’re spending
Pissing about like a prick
Lives are needlessly ending
And some don’t give a shit
So come on Boris
Give the public what they want
Just do the job we all pay you for
You fucking fumbling cunt
Maybe one day we’ll meet again
And maybe one day we won’t
But one things for sure
We’ll never be anything more
Than what either of us had hoped
Why should I bother
Going to bed
When there's nothing
To wake up for
Why should I bother
Waking up
When I enjoy sleeping
So much more
At least yesterday
I missed your feast
It was always the part
I liked the least
Faking a smile
Whilst passing the peas
Thank fuck that now
I can eat in peace
It
can't
get
much
worse,
can it?
He
said
Than
the
year
that
has
just
passed
Well
you've
fucking
jinxed
it
now
She
said
That
you've
gone
and
bloody
asked!
Of my love
For you
I’ve never been
More certain
It is time
To drop
The safety curtain
So with confidence
And fiery gusto
Let’s just get
On with our show
Try to imagine a life without timekeeping.
You probably can’t.
You know the month, the year, the day of the week.
There is a clock on your wall or the dashboard of your car.
You have a schedule, a calendar, a time for dinner or a movie.
Yet all around you, timekeeping is ignored.
Birds are not late.
A dog does not check its watch.
Deer do not fret over passing birthdays.
Man alone measures time.
Man alone chimes the hour.
And, because of this, man alone suffers a paralyzing fear that no other creature endures.
A fear of time running out.
The Time Keeper – Mitch Albom
Time
Creeping
Mine
Sweeping
Dicks
Sleeping
Women
Weeping
Staring into a new year
Together
Holding hands
I can’t believe
Out of everyone
It’s you who understands