No one would say a credit to you...
All I do is cry
Wish I could be in love
Just to have something to show the furrowed brows and walk away's
Wish I wouldn't be sick
And love the wide eyes of death
I'm not your amber girl
I'm not your skinny *****
I don't have daddy's money or a car, wish I was neurotypical enough
Man, I came out with foggy vision
Catastrophic from the start
And when there's helicopters round your baby's heads,
There's bound to be high expectations,
I just can't be that for you.

Pixels building
I'm spinning around
All over the show
I'm just in the shower
Waiting for the spell to phase out
I'm seeing hydroponic trees
Green and yellow like the beaches of Palm Springs
Life is the water in my feet
Cascading down canyons
It makes my heart fleet
Again I'm seeing colours
Summer is to suffer
So I'm just gonna float through the ******

Drunk on adrenaline
We screamed each other hello from the DLR to the party
Sang each other goodbye before we didn't have a chance to
Four to three went to two and then one with amnesia
I wish I remembered you like I wanted to
I wish I remembered you like I wanted to

Dramatology in its purest form
I wasn't pretending to like you, I do but I was shy
And numb from the railroads that pedalled their manic wheels of fortune
Blessing me with not bravery but temporary bliss
We partied till I remembered you
We parted till I remembered you

You take off your clothes
And the world gets dark
There isn't even a silhouette,
Just a voice asking if I want more.
I want Heathcliff nights
And Hugo greens
Not a body with no meaning.
Every body has a meaning.

Why are you attracted to me?
I'm not attracted to me or you.
I thought I was afraid
Now i'm in the midst of being numb
And i'm fearless.
Deep in my heart I know there's nothing wrong with me
After all, every body has a meaning.

How can they say you're a bad guy
When your eyes well up at the softest of sounds?
The man with peppery hair and walks his dog through the Manchester clouds.
You're candid about your struggles, there's no shame in being a luminary, a friend
And these social issues, injustices are not your fight but you'll see it through till the very end.
We've seen you through the ages - flowered shirts to suits and ties, the same one washed daily
You're a normal bloke though it's safe to say you're not doing too well lately.
Just take into account that if you purge the atypical parts of yourself, you'll be unhappy either way
And if it was up to me, you'd embrace every tint of grey around that dewy eyed face.
How can they say you're a bad guy
When your eyes well up at the softest of sounds?
The man with peppery hair and walks his dog through the Manchester clouds.

The barn was almost bare
And autumnally bloated with draft.
There was a hole they couldn't be bothered knocking a plank of wood over to keep any more
stock from going off.

But they could knock up their wives with no problem at all -
More grubby mouths to feed, more grabby hands at the table...
The animals knew this.
The animals wanted revenge.

Stoked by ammunition
Their fleets like pigs hearts fleet
Trotters, hooves, spider webbed feet
The humans under attack as the Sunday banquet made knives out of horns and teeth
Revenge was sweet like people meat.

Eleven January's
And I'm still starving
Health seems appetising
and I look it
but beneath the bark
I'm skin and bone

Eleven January's
Walking through the thickness of it
In May i will be exhausted
And camp out in forest December
Where it's too warm to jog
I'll take it easy till Christmas

Eleven January's
Of what now?
I'm big again
There's so little space
All I can do is trick it
And hope it expands

Eleven January's
And the hunger hasn't stopped
The hunger to be wanted
The hunger to be loved
The hunger to be held
The hunger to be dead

Eleven January's
More and I'll go mad
If I'm not six feet under
I'll be six feet in width
Ashamed either way
So I'll just wait and see

Eleven January's
Of hot chocolate to herbal tea
It's the way it always goes
But the stories intertwine
And I believe every lie
Because it makes me feel high

Eleven January's
Of shelly beaches
Townie roads
The promenade stretches
Further than I
As I drift like a glint

Eleven January's
I am a fat smog sleeping on the job
There's no time to wallow
I take my last swallow
That's it, I'm never doing this again
Then let's go feast somewhere

Eleven January's
And I haven't seen you
I haven't shrunk 
Not thin enough
For you to take me seriously
To want me

Eleven January's
I hurt myself for nothing
My heart is small and slow beating
hanging on by a locket
Who needs weights in their pockets
When they don't kick but break the bucket

Eleven January's
How long doesn't matter
It's the damage you do
And it's not you
It's January
So far for me, it's eleven