At the only dead-end
hanging on the edge
If I pretend to have it all
they must ignore my fall.

Swinging back and forth
in the timeless rockchair
I recall the sweet bits of my life
trying to ignore the bitterness of their demons

Had I risked it all,
would the audience still applaud when I fall?

Do feelings fade?
or will my heart always skip two beats seeing your name light up my screen with a text from you?

Do feelings fade?
or will I wish we'd never met just to spare myself the agony of not being with you

Do feelings fade?
and how do i get over the fact that you're so perfect, funny and witty?
how do i say i love you without making things awkward, without jeopardising what we have? and how do i make you stay?

I had a many I'd have claimed as a friend
Though never seeing a truth so defined
We tell ourselves and each other it will never end
But whether intentional or not, it was a lie

Pathetic, I felt, like it had all been my fault
That those I saw as dear did not respond
I know now that I've realised it is not
That maybe friends truly don't last that long

Yet here I sit writing my burden down
Hoping to see the face of a friend from long ago
But I'll lay my heavy head to sleep with a frown
Because I should have guessed they wouldn't show

I don’t want a domestic engineer
I don’t need to live off your career
Only the things I know and feel
But cannot say unless you are here

I don’t need more than two candles
And shadows on painted toed sandals
Only the things that a smile can feel
And never spoiled by doubting vandals

Every girl has a man waiting somewhere
That’s how she keeps her interest to herself
I’m gonna’ have to change her point of view
Instead of me she takes pictures of herself

I don’t want to just pass the time
I don’t want how are you I’m fine
Walk past me looking too busy
How can I unclutter your mind?

Every girl has a man waiting somewhere
That’s how she keeps her interest to herself
I’m gonna’ have to change her point of view
If she’ll just look up she’ll see something else

The fallen leaves
in the graveyard
look very lovely

If you're desperate and you need it
then greedy don't describe it,
necessity being the mother of
retention.

There are falsehoods in the neighbourhood
lies that fly through ties that wind us up.

Modernism smells of new age schizophrenia
but in reality
it's just another 'ism that we deal with.

fearful for the future?
well
you should be.