well one day we sat under the sunlight
and i thought how soemday you might use my voice
to amplify your thoughts when you felt like your skin had dissolved
but now i walk an extra ten minutes down the road
just because i dont want to walk alone
no because im scared of being alone
and now i've been told i'm fucked up
and you think that i am deulded
but somepeople say im stupid for feeling insane
and a car drove past with someone i forgot i'd met
and they looked happy and content with just a hand under their chest
it will be another hour till anyone else comes home
my mother and my father they are scared of being sure
and my sister has run away from moving away
my curtains are closed and my window is open
and the sunlight is makign shadows on my mirror
and i know you will hate this
and if youre proud of me, youll still hate this
but youre not a man whose in it for the fuck
and i know id always hate that
and its been 4 days since youve been concerned
and im concernd

the fact is you work, to work hard. to work harder. to work hard in a place that is both monotonous and infinite. or you dont work to not work. and this isnt acceptable. well.
sometimes when i think i think as if it if a scene that will happen in the future. but of course it wont
and soemtimes in my thoughts i sound the way i wish i did
but the trouble is youre either too empathetic or unsympathetic. either way you loose out
either way youre fucked

eu te amo

i look up at you and notice we'll never be who we want to be
but as the music washes over our over open eyes
we know that it feels quite safe lying here if we can close our eyes
as we drink coffee you'll shake your head at the aspartamme that i'd say with an e
but i'll say baby this is sacarine, the same as from george orwell
and if i didnt lvoe you i loved the idea of who you were
the idea that you wanted to be, the people that we see
and if you didnt love me thats okay, we'll cry tonight
but tomorrow i'll watch you try to to pass through the days
we'll hold hands and skip towards the acid decay
becuase a friend once said once youre happy youre fucked
and it irrated you when id leave the apostraphe out of my words
but i'd smile and say it was artistic liscene that made me stop
and if i hear that lyric from your screen name, i'll gasp in shock
and i finally realise exactly what it means, and you laugh
and i'm sorry for laughing at the future and applogise for looking at the past
you're just someone wishing you were someone wishing they were someone else
tonight i'll love you for giving me photographic memories
and making me cry from more than just the way things look
but when i can smell you on my clothes this is nothing more profound
but i laughed at your plans and i laughed at your eccentricities
we never really meant to get this way
we never really thought we'd find this again
but you'd never really believe just how old i currently feel
when i watch you're eyes react to the turning of the time