DICK HEAD

sorry.

I seem to have accidentally

been a dick head

I know that doesn't make it any better

but

it puts it in context, surely

it wasn't just an expensive moment

a don giovanni, romeo, cassanova nightmare

all in one

it wasn't long before it all got a bit one sided

I've been on both,

and neither's that great

the real reasons behind

the cold calls,

pillow talks

and fake laughs

remain unknown

a mattress fortress/

sorting my belongings alphabetically

putting off the inevitable moment of leaving the room

when things got a lot more confusing

the accusations of me using you

to lose myself in my own ego

aren't true

or at least,

that's never what I wanted

from the start

the sharpness of a lemon is nothing on you right now

telling me I've got cold skin and devil horns

warning me that I'm dying

trying to tie me down/

to the swings and roundabouts

between us

 

but then again

I don't know what it's like to look through your eyes

risking everything,

just to find out I'm a dick head

again

another friendship down the drain

rainbow drops/

Brighton rock

cocked it up again,

didn't I?

sorry about that

might not sound it,
but I really am

and

unfortunately

i'll always be

the same old,

brain dead,

dick head

again