Here you sit alone,
You used to froth and foam,
Abuse of women, eh,
Talking to yourself again,
You abused alcohol and drugs,
Now you're a winner with no hugs,
Yes, I guess that makes you a winner
of no privileges, now I'm a grinner,
Who does misogyny make a winner?
Nothing will save your morning teabag,
Fasting is good for you, dear, signed, this *******,
Now you're thirsty again,
You're the winner of a futile old age,
So, alcohol made you the winner,
Good day for a smile, I'm a grinner,
I'll never be your tea lady again, grinner,
So I guess that makes who a winner!

Russia has a new weapon,
Talking to you is the closest I'll ever be to heaven.
Eleven minus seventeen is six, in case you didn't know
I'm aware I'm making no sense but I don't care so...

Hot tea, singing MC
to myself, as I day dream
17 more days,
16 more nights

until I will feel him, hugging me tight.

you're my sun you're my moon, you're the softest hour of noon.
you're the dark you're the light, you're all that's in my sight.
the grass and the trees, the hum of distant bees.
you're the air that i breathe and the weakening of my knees.
you're the sky and the stars and a wish flung afar.
you're a laugh you're a sigh you're the photons in my eye.
you're a word to an ear, you are love you are fear.
you're some cats you're some mats,
you're milk curd you're my lack of words.

Today I realized
Why we never worked.

The problem was, you were
The only good thing in my life.

When the rest of my life was in shambles,
You were the only good I found everyday.

You took advantage of that.
Because I gave you my all.

But your life, your life was good;
I was just an extra piece of the puzzle.

When you realized that I didn't fit;
You just passed me off because I wasn't
Necessary.

The problem was my life.
I thought you were my life, because I needed
You to be my life.

Too much was going wrong.
Too much was ****** up.
But you were perfect
To me.

The problem was always me.
Me; and my horrible life.

You,
Left me broken and untrusting,
Afraid to find who I was,
And back in the pouring rain
Afraid to unpause.
Your,
Unbroken confidence,
Bandaged sense of pride,
And a damaged heart.
You're,
Slowly moving on,
Forgetting a lifetime promise,
And Never looking back.

All of a sudden...
I'm really tired,
I want to go to sleep
but thoughts of you
    haunt me
they keep me awake.