LAST ORDERS

all these girls
I've never known
had,
would be the wrong thing to say
overthinking,
because in this twilight sadness
you don't own anything
sickened with myself
for even uttering those words
worth
worthless
and disappointed in myself
for that 2nd pint
I didn't need

TOKYO

this is a high
and with every high
comes a loner
the only one
and everyone
another girl,
another planet,
another handshake
hello, how are you,
what's your name?

dancing with myself
and saving myself
at the same time
Tokyo, take me
make me mine
and make mine a double
but don't love me like you used to
'cause we can choose to be alright

this is a high
this is a low
through both
you're in love
you're lost
you're lonely
but
you're only as far gone
as the next man along
this culture club,
a life that's uncertain
is perfect
in its imperfections
so let me tell you:
this is a high
this is a low
and YOU
are the fluorescence
the next big thing
time,
space
and Tokyo

touch me
once more
and i'll go

HOMESICK

together we're still lonely
only saved by the company we share
sick,
without
and because
of the places we were born
you talk more
and i, less
less than 2 people
but not quite 1
we'll try not to hold hands
and tell each other
that everything will be ok

LET'S WRESTLE

I let you down
let the lipstick on your mouth
fade away
with nothing to replace it
but more promises
of what we'd do tomorrow

MR. BROWN

we sit
and talk
about magicians on TV
and stuff
our faces with another long cigarette
passing it
to pass the time
of day
until we stop feeling guilty
and go to bed

GIN DRUNK SAD

she's
gin
drunk
sad
glad to forget
regret me not,
tying shoelaces to trip her up
tie her up
turning water into wine
and vodka into wasted time
tear us apart with
love
loss
and ecstasy
one pink pill to make you need another man
down is up
up is down
and you are drunk
so punch me
and we'll go from there
dead until tomorrow
when the bin men come
to wash our sins away

CENTAUR

the light in the tunnel
isn't always a train
me and you tried to make it
not what it was
connected,
a centaur
not seeing our confusion
losing each other
and choosing to ignore what was happening
but
that doesn't matter:
with each happy monday that passes
we'll start to get better
regret nothing,
say something
and tell you
I love you