its bout those lads
who think whats their's is their's but yours is mine
when they text you one minute away from the club and 2 days later you find out it was a waste of your time
about getting a job to buy a car, you can't drink and you pay your tax on time
getting the expensive model so you can warm up in the cold
but insurance is so expensive you ( Read more... )

sit on the stage with a disco ball in my face
touring all these small time pubs trying to get my break
with cheap bright lights and criss cross jumpers begging for djs
drink, darts and smokey corners,
drugs, tarts and boy's trying to sort it
gold chains, 10 soveriegn no-brains and i don't understand the lingo
Girls breaking up, boys living it up, wonder ( Read more... )

caught up in my short loves with vodka and lime
trying to make it happen
but contempt is a pretty big crime
when feeding off someone else's love is pretty lame
but when that sorts itself out inspries you for five minutes to take the time
where every dedication is fueled by guilt
but love and guilt-love are now pretty much blending to be the same!

I keep you tugging on
because i'm your one
we go on all these trips you fund
where everything just drags along
telling me my futures settled right
i can't help but half think of you, it makes me want to cry
and why i'm still here
i'm lazy and scared and confused
i know if i told you how i felt
you'd send me out tonight
i don't want that
but some nights i do.(

Someone told me yesterday that wanting something to change one hundred percent
and actually knowing how to try
were two different things
and change was something
we needed to decide
if we wanted.
Oh dear
i realise some people just don't have it that easy
That here i can cry out with my lame excuses
watch others complain how useless their lives are
and then i ( Read more... )

woke up to your two faces
watching over me
both fighting for number one
i was dragging my feet
getting lost in the sum of it all
realising its going nowhere
and everywhere whether i'm awake or just dreaming through my sleep
just like
do you want fries with that
i'm never going to change
what a calamity, jane!

incy wincy spider climbed up the waterspout
along came the rain and washed the spider out
it hit the ground with an almighty clout
and was brought back to reality where it realised two years on she's been treated like an idiot
and love and intentions made her look like a clown.

When the moon burnt warm with its pure white light
under different alcoholic skies
i shed my skin and became the butterfly
where my dweeby worm was thrown away
reimbursed my former defficiencies,
and sent my eyes upwards rolling heaven down
where nothing but attraction means anything to me
and grass hoppers are the only fucking sound.

My stomach is so bloated i feel i could through up every bit of useless information i've ever held
Its not so simple when you see images that remind you of how you once felt
i've never been one to regret my mistakes
I reckon i've probably just distanced myself to avoid using the previews as templates
i'm quite fed up of conversation starters
and if you ( Read more... )

its question time
do the heights of temptation taste good to you
is your hardman lifestyle setting up your fate
or have you fallen in a trap
with little chance of coming back
and always saving face
are you comfy in your snug
is a dipping toe in water lots like too much a new lovedrug
the sugar sensation in your belly isn't quite tempting enough?
there has ( Read more... )