They put mirrors up
to create the illusion of space
They cover plastic toys
With wooden patterned paint

“I’ve got my own double cross to bear”
-Tom Waits

How do Comedians stand the same jokes every night?
My favourite ones all wanted to die

I might not be drunk
But I’m going to be fucking your girlfriend later
Now that’s magic

If I didn’t have a name
Everything would stay the same
Except I would never have to talk to anybody again

Wouldn’t life be sweet
If the people on the streets
Will never ever become a person you’ll meet

Tim Oxley via Lucinda Williams…

Lonely boys, lonely boys

Frozen dinners are thawed out by lonely boys
Dirty clothes are worn by lonely boys

Lonely boys, lonely boys
Self destruction and lonely boys
paranoia follows lonely boys

Lonely boys, lonely boys
Sweet sad songs sung by lonely boys
I ought to know about lonely boys

I lost you
But I found country music
I found country music to hold me and sooth me
The way you used to do

I miss you
but luckily there’s music
Luckily there’s music
to get me through

I think of you
Every day of my life
And every day I miss you and wonder and guess
What you are listening to

And every day I miss you and wonder and guess
What you are listening to

What you are listening to

Dear Pantene Hair Girl

you have no idea how seeing your face lights up my day
you do strange things that show me we’ll never be together
like how your choice of snack is apples and Vita Brits
Whereas I’m down to one meal a day
And usually it’s microwaved for one

I hope that doesn’t come across wrong
but a pretty face does is light
and it might be mean for me to ask for no more
but I’m not done with my lonely life yet
and it would never work

but it’s like those songs
that say the same thing only better
how you’re so beautiful that it must’ve been the work
of something better
than me
anyway

So I’ll keep seeing you
and try to not melt at the knees
as I exchange a casual hello
and hold myself back
from showering you with presents
that implies I promise I wont keep

I’m sorry, but you make me happy
or at least happier
and I’m using you
because you’re beautiful

Wasted a day
Wasting away

I remember as a kid when I used to get sick
I got this weird feeling of intertia
Like strong winds closing door after door
Slamming and clanging down

This feeling returned last night, 4am.
I tried to slow my breathing but the rush came
And it’s the scariest feeling, because I feel so helpless
In the end I had to get up and read.