BUBBLES

last year

I was a bit of a boy in a bubble

forever blowing them as well

we all were,

for better or worse/

rose tinted spectacles hurting our eyes

making a spectacle of ourselves

well

that's just what we did

I thought the sun shone out your arse

and it did, for a bit

your bitchy resting face didn't bother me

but maybe there was more to it than just a face

wait

that sounds bitter/

i'll hit myself so you don't have to
and show myself out
 

the truth is,

people change

and people are strange

stranger than the doors of perception

or electric sheep

"keep dreaming, honey"

you said

because you're not going to send me back to where I came from

unless I'm very much mistaken

time travel is still impossible

not that I'd want to go back anyway

it's all water off a duck's back

and that's it
 

slow claps

from a slow club/

something to do with barnacles,

bus rides

and mother's day

you said

red red wine

not feeling as fine as we used to

excuse me, can I get past?

past, present and future are similar

except you're only in one of them

(I think)

pink elephants dance round my head/

empty bed blues

choosing to finally cut ties with you

suit and tie disasters

and

kitchen sink dramas

the dalai lama's wisdom couldn't help us right now/

shouting obscenities in foreign supermarkets

starting to realise

that this ride was a one way journey

great train robbery/

robbing us of our ability to sit down and talk

I know for sure

that we're done now/

i'll count my blessings,

put all my eggs in one basket

and ask you for one last robot dance

before the bubbles that we blew

burst at last