Did I tell this joke already?
You look like you don’t mind

Dear PHG,

you make me laugh. What do you mean you get lonely? You make no sense. You are Tommy-Lee-invites-you-into-his-limo-gorgeous. You should not be so understanding of my unsocial escapist tendencies. Guys are lining up to treat you just like how beautiful you are.

But yes, lets be friends

Bill.

You know how can I get sometimes
Sometimes I forget why

That old saying
I’m the way god made me
I refuse to be fixed
I’d rather be faulted
Than augmented and nullified

This is the last song I’m ever writing
And it goes like this

I’ve simply lost the feeling
I used to have it
I used to care and want to
Bring something into the world

But nowadays I don’t want anyone
Knowing my name and knowing my thoughts
Let alone my feelings
And my soul is my own
So stop taking photos

And songs have let me down
And my need to contribute to this world
Is gone and dead
And I’m happy to just throw myself in the nearest river

So this is the last song I’m ever writing
And it goes like this
And I will tell lies for the rest of my life.

I wish I was more like my friend Pete
Who has the best sense of humour
And stands on such solid ground

I wish I was more like my friend Sophie
Who sees the absurdity of the world
And enjoys it with childish delight

No more talking
No more thinking
No more wandering around in prose

No more walking
No more wishing
No more awkward sitting pose

No more stalling
No more singing
No more sounds in minor keys

No more leaving
No more lying
No more not being with me

Look, no more talking, ok?
You don’t have to say anything
And the hardest thing is sitting in silence
But it’s also the best

We sit in awkward poses
Wonder if you know this
Doesn’t matter to anyone
That the universe ignores us

We’re young atheists in love
With nothing to prove
And I can wait til you decide
You’ll let me shield your eyes

There’s little to believe in
But you and me

by Toby Martin

I was laid back, laid flat, laid off
And I didn’t even want the job
Anyway it’s too late now

You’re having someone else’s dream

Get me out.