Who is the boy in my memories?
I'm certain that he isn't me.
Why can I even remember that night?
There wasn't much to see.
Except a petty argument, some broken glass,
And the people that we used to be.

I stare into the mirror,
At the monster staring back,
And I polish up my horns,
And adjust my suit of black.

For such a long time I pretended,
That I was young, and wild, and free,
But I'm accepting who I am now,
There can be no you with me.

I was a poet writing poems,
For a girl I truly missed,
But now I'm just a demon,
With a purpose I can't resist.

But as I stare into the mirror,
For just a moment I can see,
The much lovelier kind of devil,
That you once saw in me.

"In my heart I am anarchist",
I say filing tax for a band,
Who sing Punk Rock,
At council gigs,
On taxpayer funds.

And I wish I could burn down the parliament,
That I stare at from university,
Where I'm studying politics and accounting,
With dreams of finance ministry.

Because ******* it, I'm an anarchist.
But what's the ******* point?
I'm not into freedom, I'm not into art.
I'm a ******* hypocrite.

I woke up this morning and rolled over, expecting her to be there.
Cause when I close my eyes I hear her voice, smell her perfume and see her hair.
But I opened up my phone and realised, that she's not mine to miss.
Cause I had my chance and lost my girl, and I'm just dreaming of her kiss.
But ******* it if I could, I'd fight for her every day.
But even if I did that, she'd not be mine anyway.

One day though, you will all see.
One day she'll be waking up with me.
The dogs all asleep, at the foot of our bed.
My gentle kisses, gracing her head.
The love in my eyes, and care in my voice.
As I remind her that she was always my choice.

My bed smells of your cigarettes,
and you left your lighter too,
and I hate the way it hurts my head,
but it makes me think of you.

I was hurting so bad, that I drove you away,
but I was only hurting, 'cause I tried to make you stay.
I wanted you to know, I wanted you to care,
but you had no reason to, I said it was fine if you were there.
I promised you a future, where you were by my side,
but after all I've done, I guess that I had lied.

******* it Atlas, let it go,
you don't have to hold it, don't you know?
******* it Icarus, calm down,
if you fly too high you'll only drown.
******* it Sisyphus, you'll never win
when will you learn not begin?
These were lessons learned so long ago,
there were things I was supposed to know,
but I didn't pay them any heed,
and so I lost the one thing I need.