Shipwrecks and Sharks (first love)

They say there’s plenty of fish in the sea

an you’re just the concrete around my feet

and you’re drowning

you’re drowning

you’re drowning me.

Fighting a battle I can never  win

if you refuse to sink, I refuse to swim

and I’m drowning

I’m drowning

I’m drowning deep

anchors away, I’m gasping for air

diving  into your sea of despair

you’re drowning, you’re drowning, you’re drowning me. 

there’s plenty of fish in the sea

and you’re just the shark that fed on me

sometimes I wonder why I ever bothered

trying to hold my breath underwater

Robert Smith saved my life (but I wish he hadn't.)

Praying for rain, I dust off the old record
and in Seventeen Seconds i'll feel a lot better
because you're so far gone and you don't even miss me
it's all Pornography and no Kiss Me, Kiss Me Kiss Me
If only tonight I could sleep on this cold bed of nails
but those pictures of you crept into my mind without fail
we were close as Siamese twins
but you've taken the walk again
and his kisses fall on your skin
soft as Japanese whispers
as my kiss meets a bottle; yearning, blistered and bitter
every day is the same, since the day that you left me
it's Friday, i'm in misery
100 years, 100 memories.

 bruised and broken

sweat drips from every pore

all the words were spoken

from the lips that i abhor

living with nothing to live for

where even dying is a chore

skin cracks and bleeds

all sincerity secedes 

just a puddle on the floor

331/3

thirty three and one third revolutions
we fell in love as the record spun
a plethora of new resolutions
that in good time will come undone
on side A you're the one for me
but i'll grow to hate you by side B
I'm a 7" boy, but you want an LP

so drop the needle one last time
while i drop another stupid lie
about how it's all changed for the better. 
they're still the same songs
and my heart is a broken record
making the same mistakes
again and again and again

leak

fake, artificial like the tracks in your hair
whatever, you know I don't care.

the sky is pregnant with anticipation
you cower in fear
clutch at the silence
blood and thunder
torn asunder
you will not last the night
rivers run red
the wrath of yahweh
he sheds no tear for you
lightning splintered pitch
illuminating overcast

8 days.

chewing my stiches, bled for days
lick your gaping wound in praise.
she's very confused
sugar will only make it worse
sleep comes easily now
from my furrowed brow
it has been all along

you're just a pale imitation
too bored with abdication
to not let you pretend.
i'll be bored before
it plays itself out
I'll leave you in poor taste
like the bad taste you left in my mouth