I’ll never have
The perfect body
I’ll always be
An imperfect soul
So to get through each day
Without further decay
That
Is the fucking goal
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
I’ll never have
The perfect body
I’ll always be
An imperfect soul
So to get through each day
Without further decay
That
Is the fucking goal
You had me at goodbye
But lost me at hello
‘I know…
You were…
Way too bright for me’
“If I was to ever
Look for another muse
It wouldn’t be you
Who I would choose
For I’d much rather
Pick someone smart
With the open mind of a Liberal
But without the bleeding heart”
It’s
not
really
you I
loveIt’s
that
when
I am
with
youYou
make
it
easy
to
believeThe
lies
I tell
myself
are
true
Your
mouth
is full
of spiteThe
words
you use
are savageIt must
be so
hard for
youTo carry
around
that much
baggage
There
is no
more
hope.There
are no
more
dreams.My life
continues
to fall apart
at the seams,As I
lie here
thinking
of you.Wondering
what the fuck
I’m supposed
to do.Now.
It’s 10.15 on a Friday night and excitement builds all around.
Saturday Waits as the promise of Spidermen and Caterpillars abound.
Like all those Japanese Babies who tumbled through the gate,
I Burn for tales of Cagey Tigers and Dogs who Shake.
And then I am reminded, as I Move To The Beat,
Why you Imaginary Boys always look so good enough to eat.
I’m So Glad I Came. That I finally made it to A Night Like This.
If only it could end with Just One (Strawberry) Kiss.
Alas, I am cast adrift to the Edge of the Deep Green Sea.
Wondering Why I Can’t Be You and not so Lost and Lonely.
The Cure
Bellahouston Park
Glasgow
16.08.2019