Suddenly Sunday

We wake up on the ground
But we don't move
Within the breadth of a breath
I know how I got here
To falling down. Stares
When only pride is bruised,
Browsing for memories
Lit up to a red hue

We go out to the sea, dictaphone in tow
And when we listen back to that little black box
We don't feel very good about the people we are
Yet don't regret waking. Not at all.

Today the bedroom. Tomorrow the cerebellum.

As a child,
My parents bought me things I didn't really need

My eyes could be sold for a crumpled five pound note
Serenely wrapped up in an old man's hand

Gliding into mine
In the corridor of the most hellish of hospitals

I ascended and found a boy dressed in orange
With a parachute for a soul
In the waiting room

Waiting

I grew up
Crying in the spare room
My sisters never told me why

I think it's because, I couldn't breathe underwater.

My best sweat, just for you.

God, you gave me a first name
Bestowed unto me a lack of noise
For all my friends live in pages
Where we are shattering eardrums and ankles

I want to leave here and find new notes
I want a staircase and a bus to an unknown part of town
I want a new mind and a dirty conscience
I want more things to believe in

If I believe in anything, it's how you feel in the night
It's when it's cold but you don't care
When any lie is conceivable

I believed I could live off you
But that girl was right.
We never change
You indecisive, I uninventive

The scars on your thigh are sticking to me.

Goodbye, I really do love you

But we never change.

Hullo Brian...

The blood was dry, it was sober
The feeling of audible cracks
And I could tell it was over
From the curtains that hung from your neck

And I realized that then you were perfect
And my teeth ripping out of my head
And it looked like a painting I once knew
Back when my thoughts weren't entirely intact

Colly strung.

A pity invitation to an awkward house,
For pseudo-boy who would rather wear a blouse,
I sincerely saw your skin for the very first time

My curly hair and a voting booth,
Confessing, this is the first time I've loved you,
And God I mean, God I mean it, I hope that I mean it

Cause like dying young, idols got the best of me,
Well don't stop calling, you're the reason I love losing sleep,
And the building collapse, we'll shop one for something

We'll shop for something better.