Progress

I cry a lot more now

Even at the silliest thing

My therapist says it’s better

Than trying to keep it all in

Two Faced

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)

Black Letter Days

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!

Mix Tapes

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

Psychopathic

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

Toy Soldiers

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

Sown Up

I don’t feel better

I haven’t forgotten

I’ve just stopped telling you

How I feel

(High)lands

Let us 
roam
amongst
the
heather

Laugh
out loud
betwixt
the
blether

Kiss
amidst
this
stormy
weather

Until
we
come
undone
together

‘Want’

An artist for the ages

Your words leave me floored

What else is there to say?

Other than please, give me more

Especially

Loving
someone
is
painful

Especially
when
they
can’t
love
you
back

If
only
there
was a
way

Those
feelings
to
allay

Without
the
need
for
Prozac

Unhealthy Choices

Sitting
here
with
nothing
to do

And
yet my
mind is
crowded

This
is when
things
go wrong

When my
judgement
becomes
clouded

Purge

We’ll
both
carry
the
guilt,
of course

That’s
just
life
now
I guess

It’s
just
a shame

As
we’re
not to
blame

For
causing
this
fucking
mess

(Over) Sharing

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

Best Wishes

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

The Fuck You Song I Wish I’d Written

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

Waxworks

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

The(ir) Split

It’s
not
about
what
she
did

Or
what
he did
either
to be
fair

It’s
about
how
it has
made
me feel

For
the
rest
I could
not
care

Catharsis

I
really
only
write

What
everyone
else is
thinking

I just
do what
comes
naturally

And
without
even
flinching

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