Guaranteed to Disappoint

If I won't miss you when you're gone,
Then what's the point of staying?

You'd Let The World Explode

Liver paté and artichoke
Choke on this
Oh
The art of asphyxiation
Pillow fight
Get it right
This is victory
Playing host
Raise your glass in a toast
White whine and fine dying
Mad men
Brief cases
Long winded
Talk, talk, talk
Out your/implore
Apologise hastily
I've got everything to say to you
Hiccup
Trip up
Messy landing
Weeping
Splinters in my eyes
Stitches down my spine
Reboot the night
Until we get it right

When I Say You're Mental, I Mean I Dreamt You Up

Déjà vu
Nostalgia
"Forgot my pills"
Dizzy with vertigo
Polaroids
Receipts and I.O.U.s
In debt, bankrupt
Lucky pennies
Heads or tales (of the woe)
Sticky hands
And situations
Mess/mess/mess
Multiple choice
Insanity
Straight jackets and girls
Bad luck
Gloom and doom and stormclouds
Silver linings
Loose hems
And ends
Spoiled
Fingernails
Hurt, hate
Have cake
Keepsake
Just don't leave me

God Threw Me a Bone. I Wanted a Gun.

If they told me the world was ending I don't think I'd be sad -
At least we'd get rid of the loose ends.
When I say loose ends, I mean the kind of kids you wish were dead.
Same old, same new.
Same big fucking deal
Whole in the head but not in the chest.
Leaking my soul out through my pores.
This isn't pity, I just ran out of bullets.
There's a boulder of hurt coming and I'd love you to visit when it hits home.
Sit tight and wait for the next strike.
I'm that ticking time bomb you kick when you're bored.
Because you can. Because you want to.
Because I'm set to explode.
Skeletons in the closet and ghosts in the attic.
The neighbour's aren't happy about the smell of chloric acid, but it's a great conversation starter.
"I hope you drown in your own despair"
And I hope that's not that end of it.

You Can Have Your Cake and Eat it

Once upon a ballroom you took my hand,
Tilted down in a bow,
"May I have this dance?"
Through the dresses, they missed us,
Our feet sharing secrets -
We're conspiring.
I never thought we'd end this way.
In this masquerade of chesire grins and raised chins,
Their blind smiles are vile and makeshift.

Together we could break hearts.
On the night sky's balcony,
You bent your knee and you begged me,
The dream is dying and I'm overdue to be gone,
To be long gone.
He smiled and said, "Shuffle my head."
One of us don't belong.
"Tap your feet together and swear you'll stay forever."
My knight on a rocking horse. My head on a chopping board.
When we depart I swear not to restart.
In this mad mess of uselessness, our promises are hopeless.

Through the mess, pity kissed us,
Our hearts shared our whispers.

Trompe L'oeil

I've got swollen lips and itching teeth,
We're so undeniably thirsty, honey.
But this desperation's getting old.
I need a new heart,
One that beats faster on will.
Make me sweat.
I beg you.
Grow me a sense of humor and shoulders that shrug.
Summer hair in the park in Autumn,
Unfocused blue eyes and the secondhand taste of Red Bull.
Can we sprawl in the grass and soak up the romance?
It's all in my head.
And yours.
You're not the answer, you're an option.
I'm a dance until the record in your head stops spinning.
Now I'm a song on your iPod to skipskipskip.
A single-player game; a race against dignity.
Drop out and forfeit.
Boys win by default.
I'll be in the back (of you head).
Bookmark my name in your dictionary.
Don't forget to call.

Always and Unchanging

Blur the outlines
Sand down edges
Pour plaster into the gaping holes
That keep getting wider, deeper, steeper
The inside of outsiders
Fill the cracks with cotton
Or whatever you keep in your pillow
Fill the void
Fill the void
The empty space where you should be
So be there
The foundation for my house of sanity
Don't let my lungs collapse on my heart

Questions and answers,
The same questions get the same answers
Am I wrong(ed) when replies are apologies?
Or silent avoidance.
Steady streams of uneasy silence.
Metronome answers, thick and muffled like thuds on carpet,
Or fleeting footsteps on sand.
Tongue-tips flicking on roofs,
(On loop)
Of mouths that won't open for me.
Plier teeth and pliant lips.
The answer in sync,
Down the sink.
A chorus played in all the wrong notes;
Confessions are mistakes.
Your eyes chasing mine,
For a moment.
"Don't catch on."
I play catch up.
Crash/collide

Masochistic addict of fractures
Opening letters and finding the same letters
On every single fucking page.
Identical envelopes.
Identical signs -
Just different postcodes.
They hate the word 'always' and the idea of.
Always and unchanging.
No or sorry
Junk mail or empty letterboxes
So leave me hanging
On the same hook

The future is bleak and there's nothing else
But to wait for tomorrow to come
Again and again and again