Saturday

Someone lent me a burnt copy of my life last night. It was pretty fucking good.
You know, for bootleg and all.

Wednesday

So many things about you.
I could always remember, and
never forget.
Your perfect lips
smiling eyes
warm skin
could never excuse your
beating
heart.
Steady as a drum,
my insecurities caught the light
of the gleam in your eyes.
Are you mine?
Messages never relayed from
my burning ears
to my darkened mind.

Watching you fade away
from the happiness I knew
kills me.
How long will it be
before you see what I am?
before you know how lucky I am?
before you get sick of the bullshit?
No one
dreams of you like
I do.

Don't wake me up.

Monday

Mornings are the hardest.
I know it's true, but
fuck.
I keep falling back asleep to pass the time..
When I wake up
it's only been an hour
and I only miss you more.
You're plenty charming,
baby.
I could sleep all day..
I'd only dream of you.
I've thought about leaving here
crawling to where you are -
it would take me days
but I'd do it if I had to.
I cling onto every thing you say
Every thing you write
Every thing you love.
I grasp the likeness of you
in hopes that you'll come back sooner.
It's a shame
that you never do.

Saturday

I've always loved the idea
of cold summers, and colder
winters.
I'm constantly drawn in to the
chaos of monotony,
days and days of aching
similarites.
I become mesmerised so easily
when I hear the voices different from my own
and think about you beside me
enjoying it as much as I do.
Oh baby, London calls.
With every inch of my body,
I long for the thrills and chills and spills of
the bustling city.
Nothing pleases me more,
except you,
and warm nights in your arms.

Imagine how much warmer it will seem
when the rest of our world is
four degrees.

Wednesday

Is there a cure for this pain?
Maybe I
I should have something to eat.
Food won't take this emptiness away,
I'm hungry for you
my love.

Well, I made it through another day
in my cold room
on scraps and pieces
left behind.
I survive on the memory of
you.

Is there a remedy for waiting
for loves victorious return?
Is there a remedy for hating
every second that I'm
without you.

All of me is all for you
You're all I see.
You're all I need.