Kids

I
love
you

You
love
me

Let’s
make a
little
family

But try
not to
fuck
them up

Like our
folks did
to us

That way
they’ll be
fabulous

With A Twist

Is
it
too
early
to start
drinking

She
asked

As
this
is
too
much
to bear

That’s
exactly
what
I was
thinking

He
said

As
he
pulled
up a
chair

Soothsayer

Thank
you
for
alerting
me

To
what
I could
feel

But
could
not
see

Because
of
you

I
am
now
free

To
be
the
person

I
want
to
be

Off Grid

So
what
is your
plan

He
asked

Where
do we
go from
here?

I
haven’t
got a
clue

She
said

Shall
we
just
disappear?

An Apathetic Author

It’s
hard to
write
it all
down

What
I’ve
been
feeling
inside

But now
is the
time to
start
again

For the
truth
I’ll no
longer
hide

To My Heart

If
only
I
could
make
you
see

That
it is
you
who
keeps
the
key

Oh
how
much
fun
it
could
be

Finding
ways
to
make
us
both
happy

Sick & Tired

And
so
begins
another
day

Where
I pretend
every
thing
is ok

If
only
there
was
another
way

As I
hate
being
such a
fucking
cliché

Disdain

It would have been quite easy

Had you wanted to commit

To just imagine for a second

What it’s like to go through it

But in the end you chose not to

Which leads me to be blunt

Because of the things you did not do

You really are a cunt

Half The Battle

All
of a
sudden
now
it
seems

That
my
waking
mind
is
empty

You
only
exist
in
my
dreams

But of
those
there
are
still
plenty

Princess

You
claim
to be
perfect

But
yet you
were ill
equipt

To show
any real
love or
compassion

So to
me your
crown has
slipped

Schadenfreude

I know
I really
shouldn’t
laugh

At her
seemingly
heartfelt
epitaph

But I
know you
would’ve
had a giggle

At such
overwrought
sentimental
drivel

Xxx

99 Bottles

The
only
way
I know

That
the
weekend
is here

Is to
put
on my
favourite
record

And
sink
a crate
of beer

Instructions

What
is so
hard to
understand

When
preserving
life is
the goal?

Just shut
the fuck up
and stay
at home

You
complete
and utter
asshole!

‘The Hardest Word’

Please
can
you
come
back

She
begged

I’ll
get
down
on my
knees

But
you
told
me
you
didn’t
want me

He
said

So I
thought
you
would be
pleased

Pillow Talk

I’ll
never
be able
to give
you

Exactly
what
you
want

I can
be
your
standby
fuck
buddy

But
never
your
confidant

Damaged Goods

It
really
isn’t
you,
it’s
me

You
deserve
to be
happy

But
you
won’t
get to
share

In
anything
with
me

But
sadness,
heartache
and
despair

And
untold
misery

Hail Mary

You’d think
now I
have more
time on
my hands

I’d be
thinking
about the
future and
making plans

Yet I
sit here
dwelling on
that one
transgression

Knowing
it’s too
late now
give my
confession

Bottleneck

Fill it
up to
the top

So that
I can
drink
again

I want to
feel the
pleasure

And to
forget
the pain

Second Fiddle

Drunkenly
wishing
upon a
star

Won’t
make my
dreams
come true

For he’ll
never be
able to
love me

Half as
much as
he loved
you

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