I'm not home until I'm there with you
No parent's house or old primary school is home
Home is a hardwood bench, a gap in the hedge, a hill atop a carpark.
But that still isn't home
I'm there now, alone
It's a graveyard without you, I can't call it my own.

I'm not home until I'm there with you
No childhood bed or favourite city is home
Home is the dying fire, sharing a cigarette with you, a quiet road in the cold.
But that sill isn't home
I'm there now, alone
Just haunting it without you, a dead weight in my bones.

I'm not home until I'm there with you
No grandmother's kitchen or familiar view is home
Home is a bear hug, the scent of a midsummer's breeze, a cuppa in your garden.
But that still isn't home
I'm there now, alone.
Tears streaming without you, my heart turns to stone.

I can feel me
******* breaking under gray skies
As I dream of red eyes
And green grass
CPT Slime and Rasta's daft laughs
And the taste of tobacco on your tongue
While I wash up in SlimeyG's kitchen

Good God, if I wasn't there, that infamous week would've been filthy!

We can feel
The bass ******* it through the sideboard
SlmieyG's lounge walls are shaking hard
And we cackle bare
When Big Gay tumbles grinning downstairs
So I stick the kettle on

Good God, we caned a litre of milk in one round of teas!

I can hear
Those slimey green dawgs singing loud
When we bring Tom's cake out
And his face is a chuffin' picture
At the realisation of the six-layers' topper
So throw him a Clipper

Good God - eighteen, eighteen, EIGHTEEN tokes to clear it!

So, will you?
Can we all get together? We'll feel alright
For just one more warm hazy night
And when we sing these songs
Of freedom, we'll laugh in peace together. So long
To misery, my brothers

I do not want to be thin
So I say.

And yet, I,
Me, myself,
Carefully controll
Meticulously manage
22-inch waist,
And still shrinking away.

Mascara tracking down her cheeks
From swollen eyes
Love is blind
She don't want to see

That shirt is all she'll ever need
The music will remind her
That it's not so good
To fall in love

Let tears fall and stain that shirt
From a broken heart
Mascara tracking down her cheeks
From swollen eyes

Love is blind

Some days,
It's all you can do to survive.
Tomorrow looks bleak
When you're barely alive.

Casting the richest rainbow,
A princess-cut diamond could not be your match.
Barely a fraction of the glow
Your rose-hued skin does hold
Shadows the delicacy
Of an angel's God-given halo.

No cornflower, birthed from sapphire, would be even
One half as excellent as your arresting eyes. Then,
If a craftsman may spin sugar with gold, into a waterfall
Of fluid spider's-silk... Well,
I would laugh. For you,
Your hair - it will forever be softer to the touch.

That white willow-whip body...
No more beautiful would it be
If Poseidon adorned it
With the luminescence of a new pearl's sheen.
Hewn from perfection, you would be nothing -
Nothing more than this finch note gilded in sunshine.

Girl.

I'm annoyed with you - catching my eye, as you do.
The lustrous auburn of your hair,
The curve of your white willow-whip body.

The dreams I have
Of where your cardinal pout may go...

I'm enchanted by you - teasing my mind, as you do.
The tight formation of your wit,
The pictures a stray word can speak to me.

The dreams I have
Of what your wicked mouth could do...

I'm spoiled by you - chipping away at me, as you do.
The cold cut of your diamond heart,
The rainbows it casts over my better judgement.

The dreams I have
Of what your tasteful lips could whisper...