Kettles, hob rings, and rancid buttered things.
Teabags, eye bags, wishing I was dead.
*******, regret stains, killing me inside,
Fruit juice, footloose, do it all again.

I saw a different man now you're here
I held different cold hands now they're here
I saw a different man now he's here
I held a different man now he's here
I want that different man now he's not here.

Didn't die in my sleep today.
A good day.
So says everyone else
Hands to the sky,
A meteor phoned home.
But I still didn't die in my sleep.
There's always tomorrow.

I know you,
You know me.
Who knows who?
Knows me and thee?

You know them,
Do they know us?
How do we know?
What they say about us?

I know they say
They know us well.
Do they really know?
The lies I can tell?

To be loved
To be wanted and held,
Never forgotten.

To know this.
To bathe in vitriol.
To know it is all you.

To want to be clean.
To want to care.
To want to want.

My best friend moved in with me today.
His life fell apart,
Shattered to nothing,
And so now, he lives here
With me.

I should be happy.

The wedding bells struck
As lady Veronica marched down the aisle.
Her gay boyfriend stood still in his shoes.

'my love?' He asked tentatively.
'you're doing just fine' she smiled.

She laid her hand on his chest.
Togetherness in all.

'my love.'  he replied.


Veronica drew up her dress as if a sword.

'We are to be wedded priest. Make it happen'.