ways to make it through the wall

• I think it's fair to say that I chose hopelessness... / and inflicted it on the rest of us, / but at least I've come to terms with my own mortality.
• We wait at ease, / We wait to see, / We are waiting here for catastrophe.
• We learn together over time that tolerance is more appealing / In theory than in practice. / I identify my starsign by asking which is least compatible with yours.
• You have not been reborn they've just painted your face, painted the walls.

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

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

youll need those fingers for crossing

• I can taste the blood on your lips and on your tongue / I can see your teeth turned pink, your gums fade to white
• The less and less I eat / The more you see my teeth / The closer they move together / Fill the gaps, curse the weather / Rip the flesh from your bones / Wipe me down, drive me home / Dump me side of the road if I'm too annoying
• Wear your best suit, all these people are watching / Oh baby, you'll need all those fingers for crossing / I'm sucking your last words from the back of your throat / So perfect, so bitter, we laugh then we choke
• You worry a million rain drops will die / With their last memory of you and I / In a soft-porn version of the end of the world / I quake at the knees as my intentions unfurl / You wrote a letter to god, just in case, you said / I'm nothing if I'm not a pragmatist / You needn't worry about us / We can look after ourselves / We have learnt not to rely on you or anyone else

its never that easy though, is it?

• This one time / I kissed a girl for class war. / I pulled her hips in close / and held my left fist high above her pale right clavicle. / She said "oh tell me darling do you think we have a future?". / "Well maybe, kind of, I'm pretty sure we've two between us".
• As if I walked into the room to see my ex-girlfriend / (who by the way I'm still in love with) / sucking the face of some pretty boy, with my favourite band's most popular song in the background. / Is it wrong that I can't decide which bothers me most? / In the forefront of my mind is a thought not of you underneath but me coming out looking worse.

the end of the asterisk

• Uh-oh, this is the end of the asterisk. / Babe, that punk's got nothing on me, this is the end of the footnote.
• Extorting money / from your parents / Your disgusting parents.
• Honestly, you're an absolute waste of time / craving attention with your self deprecation. / I'll tell you one thing: / It's spot on / and I'm better
• Honestly, you're an absolute tragedy, / not like 'heroically' in all of the books you read. / I read your novella, / oh how I laughed. / Killed off the lot of them.

documented minor emotional breakdown #1

• I restored your mother's faith in men whilst boring you to death, / left nothing more than the circle of stubble rash around your chest. / My life was saved by a packet of nineteen cigarettes carried in my left breast pocket, for a closest friend. / A sleeping bag on the floor twists hips like buffalo horns, / they said "that boy is too lazy" you were clearly forewarned. / A jealous ex silenced the room, he said that you were a whore; / "do you kiss your mummy's lips with that mouth?".
• She imagined everything I said in falsetto; / the only way to justify my childish despair. / I spent my last six fifty in a public phone box, / (graffited genitalia from the ceiling to the floor) / played reckless, rapid like a fruit machine. / I see gargoyles in the floral of the duvet cover, / you see melodrama move from one sentence to the other. / Many years practice of speaking in hushed tones.

heart swells / pacific daylight time

• Black holes and unraised moles /Let's just call them freckles
• Coat fell, heart swells / Draped across the sofa / Sleep well / I feel you've ruined me forever
• I don't want to sound trite but you are perfect / The way you look could seriously make nature dysmorphic / I wish that you would kiss me 'til the point of paralysis / The way I flail my arms in front of you it just embarrasses
• I'll never turn my body clock back / And think about the things I'm glad I left out / Some things are best left unsaid

all your friends

• Word is you slept in a weird position and your back and your shoulders are aching. / I say my stomach is chewing its way out from the inside 'cause I've gone three days now without eating
• I died / on a cross trainer, / getting in shape for you. / I fell at the first hurdle, / you tell me I always do.
• The time we spent around each others' waists, / the time spent expressing my distaste. / With my eyes on a lightbulb I choose to keep your birthday present for myself. / Blow candles, your ill health.
• You think you're the needle / that drains the blood donation, / you're just a repetition on an old, worn-out pin cushion.
• As the bus pulls away, I stare at the last field / before we hit the city, that emotional minefield / I seduced your ex-boyfriend, to help you get over him, / you found him more attractive, it helped you get over me.
• In the shower, I chew the soap bar / from the plastic, the morning after. / I love the look of empathy in your eyes / I love the look of lust between your thighs.