and when the world ran out of hope
I learned to love myself and cope

I am not here because I prayed
I am here because I stayed
and
I'll see it through until the end.

What on Earth.. She said,

Nearly nine years ago
when we said
I do
who knew
that nine years could go
so fast?

Too fast
sometimes speeding
but always needing her
to steady me.

We go on
and
She goes on
the warpath
occasionally.

When you know that you're right
set the country alight
don't fukin wait
until bonfire night.

we are at the point
where the pointer scrolls off the screen.

Yeah
Yeah
and where ya at?

we all got that story to tell
the heaven that we found
in the hell that we were
but
where ya at now?

suit and tie
thinking that you'll never die
because you're too good looking
well
that's ******' priceless
hold
that thought,

I hold on to the ripcord
and am aware
that the sword of Damocles
will do what it wants to

Geronimo
ha
that's one way to go
not for me though.
I'll go out with a bang

hey
keep your ***** minds in tow
they hang you for that
don't ya know.

The narrative was constructed and in case you don't realise, it is us that's being ****** with,

war again, old men fighting lost causes, reliving past glories and already making up the stories that the public wants to hear,
if I had any back teeth, I'd be fed up to them, so I'll just be sick to my stomach with the lot of them.

What we need is a monstrous platten to flatten the lot of them and blotting paper to blot up the rest of them.

I think she could have told ya
when the night cried on your shoulder
and the weight of the world brought you down to your knees, but she's just a scene in a pipe dream or a ******* that frequents you now and again.

whispers from the wardrobe
strobe lights in your hair
matchstalk men and Lowry
somewhere over there
and
you're still asleep as cowboys weep
at barbed wire fences on the range.

Strange and stranger still are those things you do against your will and you wonder who is pulling the strings.

..and if we could change it all
would we revert back to the time
before the fall
before we had to build a wall
to a time without the mean in
the time that we had been in
without a worry or care?

Would we make the same mistakes?

Clicks the shutter
takes the picture
mutter mutter
must get on.

..and it's take your pick
shovel in the old
pitch in the sick
the needy
greedy
lead me not

*** noodles come to mind
when I'm in a financial bind
but
no ***
no noodles
just an empty vessel
making lots of noise.