Saturday, August 26, 2006

roadkill

your glassy eyes betray you

last night i drank quite a bit at adams house. Adam parked himself by the window sill for an hour and created a beautiful drip action jackson pollock number 5 on the carpark canvass below. He just kept going and goin, like he had eaten a particularly spicy family of four for dinner, i didnt know the human body could contain so much vomitus. i added to it, and left his house feeling like the devil had come in my throat. I went home, colder and emptier and more alone than kingsford at 4am, a part of me hoping to get knifed.

Ive been pretty fucking depressed for quite awhile now, i just havnt realised it cos ive been forcibly shoving it out of view. but its starting to get a little debilitating. my room is a mess of books, cans , ash and undone school work. keep telling my self that over the course of the next cigerrette i'll end the jarvis cocker chord progression in my head and get to it, but the fags are locking arms in an endless line. horribly whiny, self absorbed lines and paragraphs like this get ejected out every now and then , cos these words can never leave my mouth.



Don't bother saying you're sorry / Why don't you come in Smoke all my cigarettes again / Every time I get no further How long has it been? / Come on in now, wipe your feet on my dreams. You take up my time / Like some cheap magazine. When I could have been learning something Oh well, you know what I mean, oh / I've done this before And I will do it again / Come on and kill me baby While you smile like a friend / Oh and I'll come running Just to do it again /


You are the last drink I never should have drunk You are the body hidden in the trunk / You are the habit I can't seem to kick You are my secrets on the front page every week You are the car I never should have bought You are the dream I never should have caught You are the cut that makes me hide my face You are the party that makes me feel my age Like a car crash I can see but I just can't avoid. Like a plane I've been told I never should board. Like a film that's so bad but I've got to stay till the end Let me tell you now: it's lucky for you that we're friends.

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