They don't tell you
What you've done wrong
So you keep going
About knowing
You shouldn't be doing
Something
But you don't
Know what the
Hell that
Something
Is.
That's why I stick
To myself
That's why I
Ignore
Everyone.

Put the chips in the oven
But leave them to burn

Put a hood up
And cover my face

Music in my ears but can't really hear
Just feel the tears as they sing

Not thinking, just sat in my mind
Floating in feelings with no name or reason

Nothing's here
No nothing's here
Too many things
Too much stuff

Then a catch of breath
A higher note in the song

Now it's all just done and gone
Nothing changed but everything did

Peel earphones from my ears
Look around and blink
Wipe the tears and think

The chips are black but I take them out
What the fk just happened?
What the fk was that?

There's nothing like the night
When the world finally sinks from sight
At last I feel as if I actually might
Be alone with the darkness

The marks on her pen
The wood splinters on her headboard
The stained and bent feathers of her pillow
The cheap stimulants in her drawer
All masked by your ignorance and naivety
Her stilted smiles and loose words.
So don't say that you 'know her'
- I'll hurt you if you do -
And don't say you love her
- We'll **** you if you try.
You don't 'know her'
Or 'love her';
For God's sake you can't even see her.

Does the moon know?
That people seek it for support,
For hope and companionship?

Does it know that to us,
It's much more than just a ball of
Rock floating in darkness?
It has existed for billions of years,
Orbiting us ever loyally
Always the faithful servant dragged around by gravity
And yet it does not know
That the people who trampled on its skin
Blemishing its once-spotless soil,
The people who pierced its flesh with a flag
Of arrogance,
Vanity
And conceit,
Look to it for guidance in their selfish,
Mediocre lives.

But now imagine if it did know.

If it had feelings like the ones we pride ourselves in having - or not having.
Would it look to us for assurance too?
Feeling proud that it can reach such a deep level of 'understanding'?

Would it love our mysterious glow, created not by
The Sun, but by our artificial light and rivers of blood?
Would it feel pressure, always having to help us?

Or would it soak up our love
Delighting in our mostly undivided attention
Secretly knowing that even though it is..
Small,
Uninhabitable,
Lonely,
It will live longer than us
And the technology that was never meant to be in the Universe's gift that is Earth in the first place?

Words have no meaning
And yet nor do sounds
These letters have no feeling
When I write them down
My pen is a tool
And yet I feel like no creator
I simply copy words down like a common fool
These thoughts are no straighter
Than a forest of weeds
They are burning inside me
But I cannot simply feed
Them out onto paper. You see,
I don’t know what all these thoughts even mean;
They are spoken in a language that has never been seen
So I write and I write and yet I still do not understand
How to lead them out by the hand,
Into the world for you all to read.
Now leave me alone, for it is more than just words on a page that I need.