When You Loved Me

I break my own heart every day
I tape your photographs all over my brain
This year has been a tunnel, what difference is a day?

What a difference in a garden when you loved me
What a difference in a journey when you loved me
What a difference even in absence when you loved me

Why can't I wake? Why can't I wake?
I can see myself but can't snap out of it

Thou shalt not love the traitor
Thou shalt not love the traitor
Thou shalt not love the traitor
Thou shalt not love the traitor
Thou shalt not love the traitor
Thou shalt not love the traitor
Thou shalt not love the traitor
Thou shalt not love the traitor

What a difference in a garden when you loved me
What a difference in a journey when you loved me
What a difference even in absence when you loved me
When you loved me, when you loved me

The Button

Keep pushing the button
Let it explode
Glaze your eyes
And feel it explode

Like a rat on crack
In a laboratory
Keep pushing the button
For the drip feed

It rattles your bones
Your pulse pushes faster
Push the button
For a natural disaster

Keep pushing the button
And put me to sleep
Let me have my bliss
And never wake me

Cells And Decibels

We make our entrance in a thunder cavern
Just trying to frost up the windows before the sun returns
The less light the better
We could be one of a hundred people who never seem to learn

All I could hear was heroin in my head
I never meant... I never meant

I need an LCD distraction
And a sheet over a mirror
As long as the bricks remain around us
No need to panic, no need to focus

F Dream

Dried up in a brick enclosure
Sit still like the animals
The ones that know there's no escaping
And tick tick tick away

older and wiser now
With an F dream
Strapped down like an animal
Whisper and hallucinate

So, so sleepy...

Tin Box

You are what, a hundred miles away?
Yet you're stored
And stretched on threads
From a core
In a drawer of fabric pens and watch straps
Cassette players and battery packs
And all the scraps you can't throw out
Because memory made them far too bright
And full of perfect promise
Everything you tried to write
Curled up in a plastic box of gifts
All the things you can't throw out
You can't condemn them to transience