Thursday, 21 July 2011

Is this home?

I woke up this morning
Trying to understand
What it means to give your life
To just one man.

Afraid of feeling nothing
No bees or butterflies
My head is full of voices
And my house is full of lies.

This is home.
And this is home.
This is home

I made a promise
Said it everyday
Now I'm reading romance novels
And I'm dreaming of yesterday.

I'd like to see the Riviera
And slowdance underneath the stars
I'd like to watch the sun come up
In a stranger's arms

I'm going crazy
A little at a time
And everything I wanted
Is now driving me away.

I woke this morning
To the sound of beating hearts
Mine is full of questions
And it's tearing yours apart...

And this is home.
This is home.

Monday, 18 July 2011

Here, i saw... something i couldn't overlook.

See what I've done.
That bridge is on fire,
Back to where I've been,
I'm froze by desire.
No need to leave.

Where would I be?
If this were to go under...
Well that's a risk I take
I'm froze by desire
Cos of the choice i make.



And i'll cross oceans, like never before..


I find shelter.
In this way.
Undercover.
Hide away.
Can you hear?
When I say.
I have never.
Felt this way.

Could I be?
Was I there?
It felt so crystal.
In the air.
I still want to drown.
Whenever you leave.
Please teach me gently.
How to breathe.

Friday, 1 July 2011

I fear I'm dying of complications.
Complications due to things that I've left undone,
That all my debts will be left unpaid.
Feel like a crippled without a cane,
I'm like a jack of all trades,
Who's a master of none.
Then there's my father
He's always looking on the bright side
Saying things like "life just ain't that hard"
He is the grand optimist
I am the world's poor pessimist
You give him burdens sometimes
And he will escape unscarred

I guess I take after my mother

I used to be quite resilient
Gain no strength from counting the beads on a rosary
Now the wound has begun to turn
Another lesson that has gone unlearned
But this is not a cry for pitty or for sympathy.