I talk all day but
I have no one to talk to.
I listen to people talk.
I wish I could go back in time,
to the moment you told me you loved me
and I knew you really did
This is an ode to Tori Lester,
better than a fag and one Swan Vesta.
Better than all the stars in
It follows me wherever I go.
When I wake in the morning,
when I retire in the evening.
Up again at ten past three,
I'm glad I've got my hammer with me.
It he doesn't turn that music
As I walk along
my purple wallabees squeak.
I wondered why they were so cheap.
Tonight at a party,
someone said I was fat, ugly, like most women of about forty.
What upset me
is all I ever do.
Go to work,
feed the cat and
clearing up his
I used to make two roll ups
now I only make one.
We’d argue whose turn it was
now it’s an easy
The sun is setting as the wind hurts my ears,
I walk along the street and then I see her.
Always look twice when looking for love
pretty faces will always elude you.
Don't miss the ones
We are all broken.
grasping for some form of normality
choking for some clarity
Who I am
what I say, what I do.
My beliefs, morals, fears are of
Home alone without a man
again but don't you see?
My vibrator is there waiting
it does the job
Whenever the sun shines
I am touched by your love and
everyday I know that you are there
In the beginning God created man
That's when the shit really hit the fan.
David Icke has lost the plot.
I'm glad I don't have what he's got.
I dreamt last night that
a genie would grant me one wish
I wished for death.
Then I woke
Sometimes, I overhear conversations;
between sweethearts, husband and