ROBOT LOVER

you, said to me
that I, would be
the same
as when
I met her

you, said to me
that she, would be
oh, so, clever

but, you see,
re-a-li-ty
got the best of us

you, met him
and I, met her
but I don't even care


champagne kisses
don't mean shit any more
you got me dancing on the factory floor
robot lover
I don't want any more
turn yourself on
and walk out the door

you shot me down,
your wires are crossed
you don't know, what you lost


I, don't want
the symp-a-thy
of your last ciga-rette
I, don't want
to talk about
the things that we regret

the thing, with us
is that, we trust
too much
too make, this work

so, give me
ev-ry-thing
until I cannot think


champagne kisses
don't mean shit any more
you got me dancing on the factory floor
robot lover
I don't want any more
turn yourself on
and walk out the door

you shot me down,
your wires are crossed
you don't know, what you lost

champagne kisses
don't mean shit any more
you got me dancing on the factory floor
robot lover
I don't want any more
turn yourself on
and walk out the door

you shot me down,
your wires are crossed
you don't know, what you lost

robot lover, there's no more us
turn yourself off and pull out the plug
robot lover, there's no more us
turn yourself off and pull out the plug

TRISTAN

Tristan,
you think you're half a man
but you're so much more than that
sat here in the room where you
grew up,
threw up,
chose to loose your mind
so much sadness in those eyes
staring at a pink sunrise
over plastic bags
and a future you're trying to forget

LITTLE RED FLAME

I've been dying to meet you
to please you
in any way I can
if you want to understand me
just be my little red flame

these moments replay
over
and over
'til my bones shake
with apathy

PET SHOP BOYS

i know it feels like we're waiting for nothing
for limbs to fall off
but something good will come
and others are just round the corner
your pet shop boys
and toy cigars
are more real than you think

OUCH

if something's broken twice,
Does that mean it's in quarters?
I thought I wouldn't care
But now I'm here again
I wish I never was
A year on,
I feel no older
Will I always be like this?
Lovesick
For someone who exists
Forever next to me

HEADACHE

my head hurts
From the deafening
Silence between us
And these dying ends of cigarettes
Serve to remind me
of the better boys,
Standing next to you

PLUG DRAIN

we circle round this plug drain of a place
a drug plain
of wasted men,
painful try hards
and hard boy die hards
lard drips from kebabs
onto our dead scene
every man keeping to himself
for fear of being exposed
as a real human being

when you've seen this,
is there any going back?
to the future, maybe
hoverboards and lost footballs
kicked by the bigger boys
away from our tiny hands
these tiny dancers
given the chance
to kill
or be thrilled
by the illness of a group mentality
the sentimentality beaten out of us,
life presented as a game
(not suitable for ages 18 plus)

DON'T PASS GO
don't know too much
and don't question such gods
as TV, tight jeans and that guy with the better ipod than you

because this is what they'll tell you:
put your head down
and your hands up
struggle through anything that makes you different
be depressed but don't talk about it
be undressed but don't walk around with confidence
be impressed but never give a compliment
bend the rules as much as you can to avoid helping others
trouble is something that happens to another person
so keep your hands clean
and your browser history cleaner
be selfish,
not selfless
unless you're stupid
move on the path of least resistance
shoot down anyone with any weakness
like kindness
or shyness
or saying hi, how are you?
to a stranger
and always remember the danger
of thinking for yourself

we circle round this plug drain of a place
a drug plain
of wasted men,
painful try hards
and hard boy die hards
lard drips from kebabs
onto our dead scene
every man keeping to himself
for fear of being exposed
as a real human being

4 EYES

he said imagine all the people
but i can't do that when i can't see them
my eyes don't work,
every day they just get worse

yours are his
mine are hers

but all i see
are the blurred lines
of a reality
that's always one step ahead of me

IN LOVE WITH HOW I FEEL

so maybe i'm not in love with you,

just the way i feel

but that doesn't make much difference,

doesn't make it more or less real - 

in fact,

it just makes me ill

and i know that lovesickness is a cliche

but a walking,

talking

cliche

is what i've become

ONLY LONELY

am I scared of being alone
or just refusing to grow up?
scared that if I'm ever alone
i'll know the pain of loneliness
I've only previously heard about
from you
and all the other broken homes

ZOMBIE

I am a zombie
half dead, half alive
telling the truth and lying
at the same time
trying to live, but waiting to die
and the thing is in this life
if you're not laughing, you're crying
so I pop these limbs back in their sockets,
empty my pockets of last night's treasure
and nurse my hangover
like a post-adolescent Florence nightingale.
the marks her fingernails made
are still on my skin
as I think to myself
what it's like to be living
I realise I'm no longer a man,
but a zombie:
half dead, half alive
telling a truth and lying
at the same time
trying to live,
and
waiting
to
die

DELICATE CYCLE

now I feel ungrateful
too late to appreciate
what I've got
or not looked at all
a fool,
you trust me
open 24/7
sore head
a machine,
leaking,
stuck on a delicate cycle
you pass me by
quietly thinking
what it would be like
to disappear

PIN HEAD

the concrete illuminates
my sorry eyes
the smoke I breathed
the girls that believed me
are gone now
how do you know who I am?
de-pressed,
a button
that's broken
but I'd never choose
to be like this
I'd kiss you
tell you it's fine
and by fine
I mean fucked
but I am the lost soul
I am the selfish son
no meaning in the bottom of a glass
no belief that this will last
no pretending without you
my pin head, pin heart
dead romantic
at this moment,
you mean everything

PEPPERMINT

last night
I had a peppermint lover
2 seconds away
from owing me a drink

AFTER HOURS

this pink mist
cigarettes, on the ground
we pick each other up
and find there's hope
in human heat

after all the
love,
loss
and empty bottles
we realise
the sun's always rising somewhere,
here, there and everywhere

over what we lost
and what we never thought we had

CLEARASIL

you're only
as lonely
as much as you know me

never enough
together,
trusting,
trying

dyeing your skin
clear as you cry

I'M OK, YOU'RE OK

I'm ok,
you're ok
and what we have is more
than the days we spent as something else
when here is where you tell me
they need us,
we need them,
more than I think.
fresh feelings
fill what we left,
we see that we're needed
we know that
we know what
we've got

HERE IS ALWAYS SOMEWHERE ELSE

here is always somewhere else,
so where does that leave me?
being alone is one thing
but I'm lonelier still
with all these heads
finding mine
amongst all theirs
staring at the shapes
on a brick wall
waiting for here to be all,
to be everything
instead of somewhere else

YOU DIE

you die
you die
you die

sometimes
it gives me such a sense of power
to hit a fly
with my fist

but
immediately after
I feel guilty,
as if it wanted me to do it

FLAMINGO

be a flamingo among pigeons
and when they've made up their minds,
make a different decision
if they've got hair, shave your head
if they're awake, go to bed
and if they're talking, pretend to be dead
if they go right, go left
if they are them and there and then,
then be yourself
and always remember:
you're unique,
just like everyone else