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Isn’t it terrible that when you feel bad
Is the only time we make you feel good?

The saga continues…

Dear PHG

Just when I think I know where I stand with you, I don’t anymore. Which is kind of nice. I don’t know what to do with the rest of that garlic but the kitchen smells nice, aroma-ry, and I delayed doing the dishes for the rest of the day cos the pretty smell on the dirty pots and pans reminded me of you long after you left.

I did end up doing the dishes last night around midnight, on the phone to a friend in the UK telling her all about another girl, and forgetting about you, as I was scrubbing down food crap on the plates. Yes the symbolism is deliberate there.

Bill.

What can I say
That can make this go away
Make this day erase
And make everything ok

What can I do?
Is there a book of rules
That might leave a clue
To returning the sky to blue

The night is not young anymore
You’re still drunk but not like before
And all your friends just serve to make you bored
But if you want
You can knock on my door

On any night, at anytime
But I can’t promise I’ll untie
Any knots that are caught inside
But if you like
I’ll turn off your mind

Throwing kisses
At hopless princes
Who never listen
To whispered wishes
I’m not saying
I’m any different
I’m always distant
I keep my secrets
But no more talking
No more talking.

We’ve been careful with the roll of the dice
Avoiding all snakes, one step at a time
What topic would you like to settle for?
Something safe like arts and literature?

I feel like Monopoly car I’m dying to race
But my shakey Operation hand might give it all away
It could all collapse like I’m the mouse
Is it your turn or mine to see how this will turn out?

Checking the score, checking the time, the rules
Checking the pieces left, checking your moves
That word was impressive you score high
You’ve almost masterminded what I’m trying to hide

So what are we going to do with this Knight?
Our queens are gone, the endgame’s nigh
I think I can Guess Who you are in actual fact
I concede let’s leave this game and not look back

This is the last time you get to say that to me

I must be over you
Like a young girl over blue
Like Levon over boos
Like detectives over clues
Like chord change over used

You know the song that’s playing on my mind
You know the thoughts that I’ve been trying to hide
I know you think you’re in love with another guy
But I’m going to make you see otherwise

Everybody wants to play
But nobody has anything good to say

God oh god, thunder and lightning very very frightening.

Why do you have a boyfriend?