You said that you'd give
Everything to me
But I'll give it to myself
Everything single little thing

do you miss me
alone in your head?
or do you only miss me
alone in your bed?

do you feel me
in the dead of the night?
or does it only hurt you
when you turn on the light?

do you wonder
where I have gone?
or haven't you realised yet
where you went wrong

My hallowed eyes
Carved darkened shadows
In the floral skies;
And my endless wonder
Disheartens the sun
But it runs with the thunder
When all's said and done

you can pass around the blame
like it's a game of pass the parcel
you can say it's a hard days work
just to feed the family
because they'd have died of famine
if you weren't telling them all lies

I want to see it all
through the brow heavy flicker of others
before we burn the whole house down

I want to see it all
             up in the lights;
before the lick of flames **ignites

You left me in the Forest of Dean
talking to the trees
and there's now a nicer part of me
that nobody ever sees

I never once doubted
that I was going to survive
but I knew it would change me forever
even if I was to make it out alive

Sometimes it can take a broken heart
for a man to see the error of his ways
and now all of the lonely nights
are bleeding into the days

I lost my interest in meeting strangers
beneath the branches in the park
and ever since you left
I've been scared of going out after dark

You slipped him on like a glass slipper
and I don’t mean to be this blunt
You’re telling us that you fit so well together
but I can see toes poking out the front

The magic dies at midnight
that’s when the fantasy will end
So soon you’ll remember what was real
and what is actually pretend

i am so easily hurt
so easily hurt
and my time draws closer
it’s like a flame to a bedsheet
i will go up in the night  
and finally i will sleep
because i have a lifetime of tiredness
but the tears i cried will never put out the flame
and so whether it’s a bedside of pills
or a swinging from a tree
i am sorry for what i did to you
and i am sorry for me
but it’s goodnight for you and us
and it’s goodnight from me

my grazed feet flood
across early floors
blank stares flock from
wide open doors
cellular hearts seize
at bridges centuries old
like cast iron barricades
never done as I'm told
             heart is young
but brain is so old
if the wires don't cross
             that's why it is cold
you can finally blame this
on my every word
as if it's always my fault
and it's never quite heard

you know that
when we are folded
well into the night
your arms
and your body
are like the warmth of a summer
long overdue
but after a lifetime of winter
i did not know
that even in the winter
the sun
was here all along

His body written in bold,
my name underlined
splashed on the pages
were drops of white wine

Covered in sheets
once filled by another,
yet wrapped in so tightly
like he wanted no other

The biggest surprise in the end
is that you did not need me
and baby you got cold
in ways I never thought you could be

but I am no longer thinking
now what do we do?
when you don't have me
and I don't have you

If I gave you my tears
Would it prove that I cared?
If I made you some rivers
Would all be declared?

My hand on your lap
when I said I was tired
So you tell me you've changed
but you see now I'm wired

If you had the clocks
you tell me you got the hands wrong
But I'm giving you chills
and you've waited so long

I worry that I have changed
that I'm not the same now
Because I became so much more
than you raising an eyebrow

I cannot replace
what I lost in you
but watch me now
that I'm not with you

time
is mother nature’s sewing machine
and it will fix you
right up

when the excitement is over
like at the end of a night
when the hard stuff really hits you
and you're faking it out of spite

are you sobering up
to what it means to belong to someone else?
does the feeling in your stomach
remind you that something isn't quite right?

when your right there and bed-less
and you have time to reflect
please just admit it to yourself
is he hard to digest?

It wasn't like we sat up 'til three
drinking cheap sugar gin
was it always lies
that you had dripping from your chin?

It wasn't like
you screamed for me in the night
perhaps it was me
that gave you the fright?

It wasn't like
my tired body was always yours
I always lay wide awake
whilst you sat behind the doors

I have been raided
time and time again
by much weaker men
that stole the best bits of me
to sell them to a market
full of all of their future lovers
and they take my prized knowledge
while they pawn the weight of my words
they sell every spell I wrote
to somebody like it’s their own
they will win over others
using the material of which I am made
and they do it all
as they rip out the pieces
of my brilliant heart

but what they have forgotten
is that what they’ve stolen
will not last them forever
and when they run out
I will still be here
making gold
out of absolutely nothing

we met in the half painted bedrooms
where they speak words from a holy book
you cut yourself on the glass from a candle
and the broken pieces of me that I left on your floor

you recreate the parts of us
like you don’t even want it
acting out a play in real time
because you’re heart doesn’t mean it

i can still smell the fragrance
the out of date flapjack on the bookshelf
the vapour from the green tea in the cups
the feeling of together
all alone
just us

I bend at all your ridges
And you fit at all my seams
        You're lay right there beside him
But it's me that's in your dreams

        It's becoming quite so apparent
That you belong with me
But the problem with this story
        Is that it has it's folds
So let's just keep our distance
To keep it at it's close

He sent me a message
and he said that he was a Kiwi
yes, it is my favourite fruit
but I guess they are seedy;
Then he took me to the Lakeside
where we talked under starlight
It was half-past one in grasmere
when he asked if I was tight
He took me to the bedroom
where he watched my clothes fall
He said that I was beautiful
and that I had it all
I guess I didn't realise
he would be serving me breakfast
Because he worked at the hotel
that we had just ****** in

I'm still falling
from when I hit the wall
My lifeless body
had forbid me to crawl
Still quite the punchbag
but not quite the son
Taught the lesson
to know when to run

I do not need to tell you
that you may want to reconsider  
how you auctioned off your heart
just to sell it to the lowest bidder

Why did you bring me back
to just replace me with a lesser man?
to then torture me one last time
and to do it just because you can?

You know it’s going to hit you
like a train in the night
and you won’t see me coming
because you’ve dimmed your own light

And if he’s what makes you happy
Why aren’t you letting me go?
Is it because he hasn’t got the glow
that can warm your hands in the snow?

it's framework and scaffolding
that place bridges in our pale blue sky
so can you stop at level crossings
and ask yourself why?

knotted fraying ropes
just to pull a silver moon
but behind midnight dreams
our visions are somewhat strewn

Life through a half glass
Leaves a sweeter taste
Because if I'm not sober
The truth becomes estranged

clouds of chamomile
and locks of lion's mane
sleeping in silence
with his biblical name
his lips as soft as snowflakes
he's my night-time in forever
he asks me when i'm waking
never, ever, ever

We held each breath
as though it were our last
woven from a loom  
designed with regret;
born from the fabrics
we had been spun
as if we would never run out
and we'd never be done

The temperature about 22’
whilst we walked The Lovers Walk  
You think if we close our eyes tight enough  
in our dreams we could maybe talk?

So I will meet you there in Alnmouth
Whilst he watches us like a hawk.