Spots and Greys
Tastes good when you get used to it, said the alcoholic.
Goodbye, my love.
Wanna kiss your brain
I don’t regret one bit of you.
Condoms and tears
In a strange turn of events, I’m still living.
A bit too much imagination
You are my deep
You better have him because I can’t
We’re all broken pieces since you left.
Read me with the lights off.
He doesn’t mean any harm.
Blind, but still saw you coming…
I’m anger and hatred and war
I think you should be happy now
If I paint my nails he’ll love me more
She chats shit so well it smells like flowers
Being with you is the easiest thing in the world.
And then I realise I haven’t thought of you for seven hours.
I don’t have the energy to hate this morning
Her fearlessness frightens me.
I must deal with it my way and you must deal with it yours.
Make art while the darkness reigns.
Could change you, but don’t think I will.