I cry a lot more now
Even at the silliest thing
My therapist says it’s better
Than trying to keep it all in
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
I cry a lot more now
Even at the silliest thing
My therapist says it’s better
Than trying to keep it all in
You will never beat me,
So please don’t even try.
I could choose to hurt you,
To really make you cry.
But I’m the better person,
Of that I have no doubt.
So just carry on with your bullshit,
Because you’ll never drive me out.
(Originally Posted 02.06.2019)
Are
you
sure
we're
done
here
He
said
You've
got
nothing
more to
say?
Other
than
shove
those
candles
up your
arse
She
said
Happy
fucking
birthday!
You could just say how you feel
He said
Instead of sending me a song
But these folks are professionals
She said
And I’d only get it wrong
Looking through old photos
It’s only now I’m struck
By how much your eyes
Betray your lies
And your smile is fake as fuck
Did it ever occur to you
That I didn’t want you to know
What would you have done anyway
Other than used it as ammo
In this ridiculous war against me
That you felt the need to wage
Well I’m glad I never said a word
And from your battle disengaged
I don’t feel better
I haven’t forgotten
I’ve just stopped telling you
How I feel
Let us
roam
amongst
the
heather
Laugh
out loud
betwixt
the
blether
Kiss
amidst
this
stormy
weather
Until
we
come
undone
together
An artist for the ages
Your words leave me floored
What else is there to say?
Other than please, give me more
Loving
someone
is
painfulEspecially
when
they
can’t
love
you
backIf
only
there
was a
wayThose
feelings
to
allayWithout
the
need
for
Prozac
‘So drink, drink, drink and be ill tonight
From the one one you left behind…’
Sitting
here
with
nothing
to doAnd
yet my
mind is
crowdedThis
is when
things
go wrongWhen my
judgement
becomes
clouded
I
really
can’t
explain
itThis
feeling
I have
insideI
just
don’t
want
to be
hereAnd,
God
knows,
I’ve
tried
We’ll
both
carry
the
guilt,
of courseThat’s
just
life
now
I guessIt’s
just
a shameAs
we’re
not to
blameFor
causing
this
fucking
mess
Is
that
all
there
isFeeling
like
this
forever?Then
I’ll
just
bow
out
nowAnd
live
without
the
pressure
Well
far
be it
for
little
old me
To
distract
you
from
your
reverie
But
I really
need
to make
you see
Before
I’ve
drowned
in my
misery
Enjoy
your
cake
You
fat
fucking
snake
I hope
you
choke
and
die
Don’t
mind
me
As I
drink
my
tea
And
watch
the
world
go by
So you wanna know me now?
How I’ve been?
You can’t help someone recover
After what you did
So tell me
Am I looking better?
Have you forgot whatever it was
That you couldn’t stand about me,
about me, about me?
Because
Yes I do feel better, yes I do
I feel alright
(I’m better now)
I feel well enough to tell you what you can do with what you’ve got to offer!
You wanna know me now?
How I’ve been
You can’t help someone recover
After all that you did
So tell me
Am I looking better?
Or have you forgot whatever it was
That you couldn’t stand about me, about me, about me?
Because
Yes I do feel better, yes I do
I feel alright
(I’m better now)
I feel well enough to tell you what you can do with what you’ve got to offer!
Yes I do feel better, yes I do
I feel alright
(I’m better now)
I feel well enough to tell you what you can do with what you’ve got to offer!
On and on and on and on and on and on – has no-one said?
Stay away
Stay away
I’m better, better
Yes!
I feel well enough to tell you what you can do with what you’ve got…
‘Yes’
Copyright Bernard Butler / David McAlmont 1995
You
can’t
hold a
candle
to him
She
said
You’ll
never
know
how
we felt
I wouldn’t
go near
him with
a naked
flame
He
said
For
fear
that he
would
melt
It’s
not
about
what
she
didOr
what
he did
either
to be
fairIt’s
about
how
it has
made
me feelFor
the
rest
I could
not
care
I
really
only
write
What
everyone
else is
thinking
I just
do what
comes
naturally
And
without
even
flinching