It’s just that
It’s just that
It’s just
Oh what
Ever & ever
What
Ever and Ever
It’s just
Oh never
Mind and body
Never not
One not
Never one
Every time I try and buy a moleskine I panic over lines vs squares vs
Blank
So here’s why I w
Ill posthumously
Have no diaries to be cap
Italised on
capi capi cap i
My friend cap i lost
So hat I bought so that I bought
Instead.
Saves me from s
Un strokes
C’ouch! Pink covers the pink and p’ink is wasted on me, as I said.
As he said “sittin here tryin to write my book” but baby, nobody’s into his tory lessons
and in reverse
Unstrokes my whereabouts, pulls his jeans back on with a sort of trademark jump,
He’s got me in his back pocket
He’s got it in his back pocket.
Stop thief I think and yet I say
“call me”
Off
Call it off into the s
Un set
Unsettling as it is, I think we caught the dancing plague
Oh but no,
The bar i cade’s up, up so early and the bored, the bored glances across make for notheing and the bord – err – the bord – err
Is made in the USA and other such fictions
I was born in the back pocket. On the back foot
A glass of Red? White? Blue? Call her
Collar bone’er and call er after
Cath.
Oh lick a dick.
Is what we said at school, a 5 year expellsion is what generally followed
And a man with a cart wheel hat is always under construction they told me.
I told them, frankly my dear –
I was born in the U S A as in Ur Sick Assholew
And I will spend the rest of my life tryna organise a stadium rock tour in there.