sometimes you’ll look at your fingers turn to glue
you’ll stick to the walls
call yourself a fool,
perchance were you to tell the air to swap existence with you
then you’d be invisible
and everyone would love you,
you don’t know how to disappear
you think it would be easier now
with half the world hating your
you have a familiar moon
inside your face
it is turning the shade of green
maybe do not speak to any of them
why be good to them
perchance were you to tell the night to swap existence with you
then you’d be invisible,
and everyone would love you.
it’s like five streets down,
heart full of worry, full of tomato juice
“it’s not my place to tell you when to fuck me”
and when we could’ve been together
i was on that train
and when we could’ve been together
u was on that white stuff
drench aber in Jäger
drench fal in tequila
i tell em’ i’m on a million
takes a picture of me or somethin
jake’s on the wine like it’s heroin
man said that’s dirty
dad said he’s disappointed in me
i said i’m on a date this thurs
people not in my knickers
confessers, vicars, n dealers
i lived for it
and pal i lived FOR U
somehow made room for u in my tiny ribcage
brain’s makin me pay bedroom tax
for anyone renting out my chest
we ain’t working
this ain’t working
where u goin
FOR A WALK BEN
takin doggy down roads
manchester’s like my older brother yanno
and syringes like this
they’re leaking piss
and i’m confused as to what i’m doing here
gives into the fear,
you said it’s clear
clear as mud
rehab is a must
‘whatever’, says your mother
i told her
it was a waste of time
regardless she said she’d be fine
and she wired her way into the moon’s heart
take him for a severe kissing
they never knew i was probably on something
shit that’s never been heard before on at mono
tells him where to go and i know
that no one person has seen darkness like i have
to ur attention i grab
listening to this song makes me so sad
to the point of killing yourself on north pier
ur life is too dear
did you remember that mistake u made last summer?
try to remember.
ur face turns white
save it to your hard drive.
it’s like five streets down.
y’know, brain full of love
and the heart’s stuffed.
N.B. post-party depression. don’t do drugs kids. – lymh, 99 BC
it’s spun from your words,
sometimes i have found myself lost from your orbit
sometimes i have found myself inside your mouth
trying to taste my way back to the surface for air
some sort of gravity
to drag me here
my head hurts
you are like ingredients to me
and i am like a recipe for disaster
the burnt cake on your 20th
and the way my fingers run run run through your hair
liquidate the stars you animal
i’m so fucking high right now m8
i’m going to find you
at the top of the stairs somehow
ring on your finger
oceans begging you to drown yourself
no eggs left
i don’t know
where the fucking tea bags are
i don’t where your fucking car keys are
i asked you to drop your heart into my palm like a fat strawberry
and you said no no no no no non nonnononononononnonoonononononono
and i said yes yes yes yes ye sy esy ysyesy eysyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyyesyesyes
and then we squeezed sugar out of suns together
N.B. a 16 year old girl is sad and tired outside tesco express in 2013
sometimes i drip big fat tears from my eyes.
to avoid them raining down my face
i knock my head down
so they fall hard and splash on my big black shoes.
u reckon that the big pill in my throat
when i see ur eyes shift like a laser
will cut me through me?
i will have to swallow u like a cloud otherwise.
i texted u the oceans.
my phone rang when i tried to disarm myself from the moon.
i was arrested
the police spat on me.
i took more drugs;
mum said she was proud of me.
u reckon i still look pretty in front of sunsets?
i’m addicted to the way i look when i swallow this big pill.
ur the big pill in my throat.
the pull of the wind
and the cracking of my capillaries
when they try to imitate a kind of dead life in me.
i slung the night over my back and went home, cos
my body’s tired and i don’t belong to u no more.