Tossing and turning
But just can't
Fall asleep.

Am I supposed to
Congratulate you for
Having such an "exciting" childhood
Shrouded with corruption?
Am I meant to
Clap when you
Boast about your "visits"
To jail?
Am I supposed to
Hand you a trophy
When you tell of all your gangs and "buddies"?

Shut the -beep- up

I hate the way you laugh.
I don't know whether it's because
I hate seeing you happy or
I genuinely hate the way you laugh.
Loud, snorting, but mainly yeah — really loud.
It's quite embarrassing going out with you,
Especially when all you laugh at is

Innuendoes.

Oh dear Missy, Missy,
I hope you are asleep,
Managed to calm the waves
And didn't think too deep.

I'm sorry you have to cry alone
And I'm always just too far,
I cannot reach past this huge gap
And hug you where you are.

I pray the fire's died
But your heart's not icy cold,
Because I'd really miss that:
Your heart that's made of gold.

Oh dear Missy, Missy,
I hope you are asleep,
I can only watch from here
And weep
And weep


And weep.

Tick... tick... tick...

I've been standing for
Five
Whole minutes

Waiting,
Watching,
Hoping that some
Kind car would
Stop completely while I
Try to cross that
Zebra crossing:
That less than ten metre-long line,
But obviously

No car does.

Every time I step towards those
Stripes,
The cars move forward
Intimidating me,
As if laughing...

Taunting

I step back again
And the driver zooms past,
Some give me
"That look"

I know
They're laughing
Inside their heads,
Some might be angry
Judging from that
Middle-finger man

I just need to cross this street,
This less than ten metre-long street,
Street...
Street...
Street...

Tick... tick... tick...*

I've been standing for
Five
Whole minutes

Forgive me if I
Don't talk to you.
I just don't want to
Talk when I'm
Angry...