starting off with the classic; straight in at 101

• I think we need more post-coital / And less post-rock / Feels like the build-up takes forever / But you never touch my cock / And what exactly do you mean now / By "what can you even eat?" / And how does that affect /How I'll get off this evening?
• I've been playing straight chicken with gay girls / It's never enough / She keeps on pulling the peace sign / And it seems like a taunt / She licked a glaze on her lips / They shone like battleship grey / She never liked the wisdom I gave / "Some people give themselves to religion / Some people give themselves to a cause / Some people give themselves to a lover / I have to give myself to goals"
• I condescend a smile and wink / Directly at the camera / I leave you led in both our scents / As I tip-toe out the backdoor / I skid down icy streets / And view my face in the reflection / Of a high street lingerie store / Though it wasn't my intention

this is a flag, there is no wind

• An analogy that makes sense to most / This opportunity had found me unmarked at the far post
• We agreed we couldn't trust a guy that didn't like a single sport, / But those bow-legged suitors hadn't given me much other thought. / They said it smelt delicious but it smelt of burning flesh, / It's not meant to be malicious but this is the cross we bare.
• The story of the winter I forgot how to speak: / My mind was like a nation's flag but my breeze was too weak. / How they dragged me to the hospital, / Said I had gone deaf. / But I'd heard everything they said, / It's just I had no interest.
• Our friends have put the two of us on suicide watch / and every second spent away we spent watching the clock. / There are photos of us holding hands outside of the frame, / I was there but wonder where our fingers were all the same. / It's like our self restraint is the size of a fingernail. / And yet we chew it down all the same. / Sad eyes for sad goodbyes, / It's a crime, It's a crime, It's a crime, It's a crime.

the sea is a good place to think about the future

• I grabbed hold of her wrist and my hand closed from tip to tip / I said, you've taken the diet too far, you've got to let it slip / But she's not eating again, she's not eating again She's not eating again, she's not eating again / I ask her to speak French and then I need her to translate / I get the feeling she makes the meaning more significant / She was always far too pretty for me / To believe in a single word she said, believe a word she said
• At fourteen her mother died in a routine operation / From allergic reaction to a general anesthetic / Spent the rest of her teens experimenting with prescriptions / In a futile attempt to know more than the doctors
• A good place to look to the future is / When you are sat at the sea / With the salt up to your ankles / And a view of the end of the pier / You may look down at your model's feet / And wish that you'd just float away / And the weather here is overcast / And the sea is the same shade of gray / So the landscape before you looks just like the edge of the world / But to the left side and the right side / Either way is a crazy golf course
• The sea is a good place to think of the future / And all you can hear is the sound of your own heart / And all you can feel is your lungs flood and the blood course / But oh I can see five hundred years dead set ahead of me / Five hundred behind, a thousand years in perfect symmetry / A thousand years no getting rid of me / A thousand years in perfect symmetry

miserbillia

• Your hands will remain empty / When you have stopped clutching at straws
• He whispered, "Oh my God, this really is a joy to behold" / Thought he said, "It's a joy to be held" so I held him too close / It was a grave mistake / He'll never came back again
• I've spent too much time on my knees / Next to urinals in garish Mexican restaurants / Sobbing into my worn, pale palms / For a better understanding of my dietary requirements
• We got nostalgic, ended up filling shoe boxes with vomit / Collected scabs in lockets / Hung them 'round our necks like nooses / None of it mattered (none of it matters) / Nobody cared
• I have broken down into the naked breasts of a newly ex / No dignity, I can only guess / That she thinks about it when she touches herself / Shout at the world because the world doesn't love you / Lower yourself because you know that you'll have to

tiptoe through the true bits

• You asked if you could see me, before I went to Spain / You didn't give a reason, didn't know what you would say / But I was hoping that my breath on your face / Would blow every last thing into place / The bed-spread decked in suns and moons / And symbols of the star-signs / How you read how mine applied to how I would be sex-wise / And in my arms you disappeared and I seemed twice the size / Slept and woke with lips together, sleeping felt like lies
• Girl, I helped you with your demons / But your ghosts are now haunting me too / That French bitch, an ex-boyfriend / Threatening to tie his neck to the roof / But if we tiptoe through the true bits / We might make it to the other side / What doesn't kill you, leaves you wounded / But I will nurse you better, alright
• I've been waking on your side of the bed / As the sun's been rising in the west
• If your skin feels softer, I've no argument to make / The weight of such apologies caused stronger men to ache / If his kisses draw the bad out, I can't have a complaint / As they hit your tongue like sedatives while I lay wide awake / You can feel a tremor in a single word / It rattles down your spinal chord / And you can catch a raincloud in an hourglass / But it will turn into a storm / Knee deep in flowers, we'll stray / You keep the showers away

we are beautiful, we are doomed

• By the light of the LED display of the VCR recorder / You kiss my neck, I whisper in your ear, "This is my downfall" / As you squint and you grimace, we both know your heart's not in it
• They think the future's bright as halogen, we know it's pretty bleak / And I am trying to be sexy, biting at the air that falls in front of me
• Your telegrams are more and more less detailed by the day / And all the characters are strangers and the pubs have different names / I tell a joke, I'd like to meet them but they loathe me and I hate them back
• Absence makes the heart grow fonder, fondness makes the absence longer / Length loses my interest, I'm a realist, I'm insatiable / Swapped counting days until I fly, with hours before your reply
• I taught myself the only way to vaguely get along in love / Is to like the other slightly less than you get in return / I keep feeling like I'm being undercut
• I cannot emphasise enough that my body / Is a badly designed, poorly put together vessel / Harbouring these diminishing, so called vital organs / Hope my heart goes first / I hope my heart goes first
• We are beautiful / We are doomed