the breath
that butterflied
into a word phrase
that changed my life

give up being right

the stress
that lifted from
my shoulders of
the known world
and leapt for pleasure and delight!

give up being right
give up being right

like child
that woke
from sleep to
find that school
was just a dream
and it was not too late
never too late to

give up being right
give up being right
give up being right all the time

You bought me some good presents.
Some lasting presents.
A lasting presence,
Now that you are gone.

You always remarked on the light
And now when I see sunlight,
I think of you.

You took me to the beach,
Now when I see the beach,
I think of you.

You bought me a coffee machine
And every morning as I get my hit
I think of you.

Winter scarves and hats
Are wooly thoughts of you.

Smoking out the window -
Naughty thoughts of you.

Trying not to smoke -
A thought for you.

Marmite on toast -
I think of you.

A pretty girl -
Some other you.

A naked girl -
I try not to, but...

I think of you
So much more
Now you are gone
And I'm not sure
If I will ever
Not think of you
Again.

There's only one thing
That could stop these thoughts -
To be with... you again.

Just you.

You.

I wish I could be a monkey cub
And climb on any breast I loved
Hug any neck, tug any dress
Like a child who hasn’t yet
Learnt how not to love.

You started it.
Now look at the floor.
Whole house smells of smoke
You woke me up at four.
I'm never coming back
Only when it's dark
So I don't have to see your face
My friends are dying in the park
I hate telling lies
But you made me
Because you wouldn't accept the real me
Some times I just want to see my friends
Because that's what I need.