im so fucking high and already fucked this up once and lost all of it so lets try again and see hpw it goes

by your hand

• By your hand is the only end I foresee, / I have been dreaming, / you've been dreaming about me.
• Filthy SMS's that you sent through the day, / by sundown, become tame, / so I set it in motion again.
• But fates a cruel mistress, girl, the prettiest in the world. / She dresses loosely in a bathrobe with her hair up in curls, / cause we were kissing for hours with her hands in my trousers, / she could not contain herself, suggests we go back to her house. / But here it comes, this is the crux, she vomits down my rental tux.
• I'm not sure if it's love anymore, / but I've been thinking of you fondly for sure. / Remember what your heart is for.
• And it's a good night, / For a fist fight, / Because the dew will temper your fall, / You'll sing me lullabies in form of your cat-calls.
• And I've been dangling in limbo, barely keeping my cool / It's like I'm snookered between the back cushion and touching the 8 ball. / I keep replaying my turn, until your patience is shot, / you peel your white gloves off seductively before you re-spot. / Your fingertips leave marks and graze, / I lay you down atop the baize,
• I'm not sure if it's love anymore, / but I've been thinking of you fondly for sure. / Remember what your heart is for.
• Graceful, gracious companion with your eyes of doe and thighs of stallion. / My gracious companion with your eyes of doe and thighs of stallion.

songs about your girlfriend

• You do not like us / 'cause your girlfriend likely does / And all your friends agree / On her soft-spot for me
• I'll have my hard hands / Over her soft spots soon, you will see / And if you want a list of all her favourite bits / The next time I am free / Quite comprehensively / I will scrawl them all down for you as an apology.
• Tell her the times we shared that broke have been repaired / Cinders of our old jokes have once again been stoked / But with a different girl, funnier now they've been rehearsed.
• All night hung on your every word, / 'til we / were interrupted by the birds singing / "Oh your mask is slipping, / Oh your mask is slipping."
• Songs I've written about your girlfriend / Are just psalms of spite since it came to an end.
• 'Cause I never made her smile like that / And she never made me smile right back / Although I always made her purr like a cat / She said I never made her smile like that.
• She stubbed her home club's crest on me with cigarettes / A swift that matched the bird upon her football shirt / She would lift the hem, she would wear that thing like a skirt. / The last time I was there she let me wear her clothes / She painted my lips red so that we both ensured I kiss her every inch, my god the girl looked like she'd burned.

hello sadness

• A wishbone hangs between your breasts / I hope you haven't pulled it yet / And if this little finger doesn't have the strength / Then I'm scared that this bird's back bone breaks
• It's only hope that springs eternal / And that's the reason why / This dripping from my broken heart / Is never running dry
• I wear a ring of your lipstick / Round the knuckle of my 4th digit, it / Reminds me what our bodies sowed / It will do until we are betrothed
• The space between your navel / And your waistband was the ice / Where two fingers pirouette, but / Now these hang nails they just slice
• Your tongue the tide / Your lips the shore / I am the jetsam overboard
• Goodbye courage / I christen all the ships that sailed / On your little kisses' saliva trails
• Goodbye courage / Hello sadness again / Little kisses come to pass / Then / Goodbye courage / Hello sadness
• Now that those 4 fingers gone / You leave me only with my thumb / That constantly is pointing down / The emperor bears teeth not frown

life is a long time

• My brown eyes / Two pools of mud / Resting in two dark moons / They turn the tide into a flood / And the bloodshot lines in the whites / Map every A road in this town / All the glare of the city lights, / Every cul-de-sac we've talked down.
• Over time they build up the city / And our arguments show it all / Every ring road, every motorway / Displayed in crease and wrinkle / Until my face is a map you have folded up / One hundred, one thousand times
• You know it starts pretty rough / And ends up even worse / And what goes on in-between / I try to keep it out of my thoughts
• Your blue eyes / Are like the deepest and warmest seas / As the salt elevates my body / They float my heart up past my teeth / And with the water and the Cypriot sun / Would your psoriasis bleach and be gone? / Would it fix the pallor of my skin? / Would my freckles all meld into one?
• Your body above me, sobbing down / My cheeks wet from your tears / They extinguish each of the burning thread veins / Flow down to my ears / Now they rest in two tiny reservoirs / That overfed the wedded canals

every defeat a divorcee (three lions)

• I am not a crutch / Although my knees are rife with woodworm / And the mealworms I misheard for lunch / Are rotting in my guts / With a childhood of fingernails / That ripped my throat to shreds / A walk that chimes like church bells / From all these loose joints in my legs
• These three lions that were sitting on my chest / Are clawing hard into my skin / As I am gasping for my breath / And as they each play noughts and crosses / On the scratches they have left / I have to screw up both my eyes / As it goes into sudden death.
• They whisper / "Really all these noughts are circles holed, bereft / And all these crosses crucifixes, / Spreading guilt and sense of dread."
• These things rattle round my head / If he hasn't blown the whistle / Then it isn't quite the end.
• Every defeat a divorce / Although I look / surprised
• This one family photograph / Always floats to the top / Like a beaming, bloated corpse / Though having been made up / My memories are sepia / But the photograph is not / An historian is fucking with them / As deadly as garrotte
• Where they're standing in the kitchen / With his arms around her waist / With no idea of what's to come / And a smile across your face / And all the fittings are the same / But every other thing has changed / Must forget everything you know / As though your mouth and tongue / estranged / It's par for the course I guess
• And I don't really know now / What I thought I knew then / You can lead a horse to water / But it won't drown itself

hate for the island

• (Recall the time) / We straddled your windowpane / (Smoked the last) / Of the weed that sent you insane
• Said you had a vital question / (And as we smoked) / You feared you neighbours might see / (We watched a fox) / Rip out the contents of each / Bin-bag that lined the road / And then you turned to see me mouth / "Those entrails are how I'll feel / When you decide to leave me."
• Now I've a whole lot of hate for the island / Since your friends buried you down there / Six feet deep beneath the sand / But at least I know we'll never be / That far now from each other / Just a couple hundred feet either side of sea level / It's no lie if the waters rose / And drowned that place from coast to coast / You wouldn't see this smile leave / My face for all eternity.

the black bird, the dark slope

• The black bird sits atop my guts / And spreads its wings for flight
• Its wingtips push across my lungs / And fill them full of feathers / But the brushstrokes feel like / Hearthpokes into my skin.
• The black bird feasts upon my guts / And bears its beak to fight
• When he flies me to the top / There's nothing but the fog / A heart of stone / Eggshells for bones
• The dark slope drags you down / The black bird is a part of me / A part of me, so sad to see
• 'Cause I'm already carrion / Been eaten from the inside too long / This black bird wants to rip me / Limb from limb / The black bird dips its beak / In blood and writes its thoughts in cursive / 'Cross the bones that are its jailer / And my ribcage / And when you turn me inside out /Believe in me, without a doubt / The words were all of his / And none of mine

to tundra

• Meet me at / St. Nicholas / Among the oaks / Behind the church
• That sway like pig-tailed girls / As summer wind whistles / Around your bare-shin knees / And the forsythia leaves
• In the shade / Lay with me / Tickled by / The feather reed
• That's where the trees grow old / Under the ivy's hold / As you in my two arms / Equally safe from harm
• And in a hazy daydream / Our bodies married the stream / And we broke down into pebbles and silt
• We take on the burden of / All these sad-eyed children / With lilies bunched in our hands / We fake our concern / And speak softly as the surgeon / Tells wife to cancel her plans
• Take a body to water / Take a body to tundra / Just take me with you as well / Please take a body to water / Take a body to tundra / Just take me with you as well

baby i got the death rattle

• We burnt all the skin / From the palm of my hands / With an old zippo lighter / And deodorant can / I went to the palmist / And asked her to read / No heart line, / No sun line / No life line, / No need. / Said all that I wanted was a quiet life / Not one predetermined by minuscule slices / Into my flesh and the broad she agreed / One look in my sad eyes / She had to concede
• "Baby… the girdle of venus got me… / Got me down on my knees. / And baby… baby I got the death rattle and / You're six months old s-shakin' me."
• In the frost I drew a dick / For every girl that wouldn't fuck me / Woke early the next morning to see / The frost had bitten me
• My blisters black and touch cold / Like a cute stuffed toy bear's nose / The kind of gift I'd give you / Like a less committed Van Gogh
• And you, you are an angel That's why you pray / And I am an ass / That's why I bray
• Your halo slipped to frame you / Like a photo, a porthole window / I see blood spill in the pure snow / You see sweet sauce on ice-cream cones
• I've been digging my grave / For quite some time / When I'm not digging up the past / And I chewed my only necktie / From the metal frame of my bed / Where I tied your wrists together / Spent all night givin' / (Oh, you get the message) / NOT HEADSTONE / BUT HEADBOARD / 'SWHERE I WANT TO BE MOURNED

light leaves, dark sees

• I part the curtains of your hair / And all the light of the sun floods the room / Poured from your sleepy stare / Two seconds each morning without fail / Before I enter the abattoir / To see my insides hanging there / But they request that I leave / 'Cause my sad eyes are too much to bear
• Your hands to your hips now, / Two swan necks / Curl between pelvis with stretch-marks / And shoulders with those freckle flecks

i swear i will do. sick scenes soon enough. on YOUR entire soul i will do it just not tonight it’s 1am why does that look so much like an l in the edit font. mel bryant and the mercy makers next as well i swearrrrr i promise