NIQUITIN

I'd like to give you up

live a bit longer instead

but on the days when heads roll

I don't care nearly as much

that I'm burning you

to eventually lead

to burning my own bones

in a black tie ceremony

the only memory of me

sawdust,

chucked off a car park somewhere

hardly what you'd call a send-off

if it came to it

I'd like you all to carry on living

carry on, carry on

if I'm not back again this time tomorrow

grab a bottle instead

carry on living

dance to joy division,

take off your 3 piece suits and pretty dresses,

accept that some things are a mess

and that's ok

you were always ok

you don't need me to tell you that

i'll just choke on the words

because, actually, I'm not that good with them

all I do is remember

how it feels to be human

assume things aren't perfect

and carry on from there/

try and care about the little things that make all the difference

to people like you and me

where were we?

I only started this after listening to the hiss

of another cigarette butt in a half drunk can

that's nothing, really

because I remembered a more important lesson instead

that we're temporary/

like bubblegum or a bus journey

we all end up in the same place/

no amount of pain or material gain

can stick the skin back on to your thin form

once you're gone

so again

(I like to mention things twice)

just be nice to eachother

I'm no teacher but that's not a difficult lesson

love the little things/

but think bigger

smile once in a while

and try to stop trying to lie to yourself.

sorry if my advice seems annoying

(I annoy myself sometimes)

but if modern life is rubbish

then we've got nothing to lose

I might not quit smoking

but I can choose

to be a better person

and personally,

given the choice

I know which one

I'd try to avoid