Real Talk

It
hurts
my
heart

To
hear
you
cry

And
watch
you
break

Like
this

As
your
life

Falls
apart

And
you
stare

Into
the
abyss

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

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!

Parachutes

I’m not sure I
can offer much

But a tissue
for your tears

A shoulder for
you to lean on

And an endless
supply of beers

Confidante

I wish
I could
tell you
everything

With
no
detail
spared

Perhaps
I would

If I
thought
you’d be
interested

If for a
second
I believed
you cared

Mum Knows Best

Why
didn’t
you
follow
your
dreams?

She
said

Using
your
good
humour
and wit

Now
you’ve
got no
choice

She
said

But
to put
up with
his
bullshit

I’m Sorry

It hurt
to see
the pain
in your
eyes

I felt
every
ache
of your
heart

If only
I could
ease the
anguish
you feel

But
I have
no wisdom
left to
impart

Paranoia

It’s heartfelt
praise, but
I know
your ways.

How uncomfortable
you are
to see,
just how
miserable I
can be.

I’m sorry
I no
longer make
you smile.

For that
you’ll need
to wait
a while.

Until then,
just keep
telling me
I’ll make
it through.

And I’ll
keep on
whispering
fuck you.