She stretches
as if there are only twenty four hours in a..
..may I tell you
that is not the case.

there is more to come.

I remember crying
when he died in
unfortunate circumstances.
and
you thought this was poetry,
but there's not enough left of me
to do that.

I have a day free
unusually
and what will I do?

sleep
or
keep waking
taking some time
to make some of it mine,

half past six and I'm fuked
I should be tucked up in bed
head on the pillow
but I know
that's not me.

a free day
wow
wonder how much
I'll pay for
that.

Lets put it all out on social hysteria,
she left you and you wonder who's seeing her and what did they have for dinner last night?

search the name, find the name, scroll down the page and feel the rage boiling,
but it's too late mate you had your chances
she upped and left you

lives in Crewe and the man who got her is a train spotter
oh jeez
the rage
scrolls madly up and down the page,

ooh
dinner was tripe and chips,
he rips his hair out

that is what social hysteria is all about,
who gets who and when and where
and do I care?


wonder what they have for breakfast.

Be.
She,
tells me,
but
be what?

that is the question.

Another,
can you catch the wind in a butterfly net?

I'm studying
nothing in particular
not art
nor
architecture
basically
I'm just looking
and being
interested.

The problem is that thing which gives and out it goes again.

Internet in case you wondered what, that thing that I ain't got,

But the phone's connected even if the computer is not,
I can't understand this technology that appears to be telling me that I'm not plugged in or switched on,

oh where have the simpler things in life gone?

Get the band back in
'I'm still standing
yeah, yeah, yeah.'

Never thought it would come to this
the loving kiss,
the hand on my shoulder
and me
being slightly older,
but She,
makes me come alive.