This is the creeping of the morning through the curtains
The violence of the shake that wakes an over-tired brain
This is the rumble of the traffic
The regret of the purchase of a two bed on an A road 

The same road I walk home, night shift diminished
Cracks in the pavement seem a little too perfect
I've started to wonder if cognisance is worth it
If thoughts decorate our brains like flowers in hearses 

The church sits on the skyline
At the point where the rain clouds and sun combine 
I've thrown my voice after answers 
Let my mistrust go 
But I still argue with the echoes

You see the back of my head as you leave your home 
You don't need to see my face you already know
My jagged outline so over-traced
That all the mystery has worn away
So you don't even open your mouth
You watch me pull my hood up and fix my head down 

My bad posture comes from my heavy eyelids
They weigh more than I can comfortably carry

This is the creeping of the volume on your iPod 
Crudely shuffled songs feel like they're sitting all wrong
But louder seems to feel better to drown out all the flaws
Hides the pity in the meanings that don't mean a thing anymore

I've been meaning to work harder, but my quota goes unmet 
Like the new friends your ex wrote of in the letters that he sent
I've started to wonder if I saved the trust that I spent
Would I be able to afford some of the truth you have to rent?

The bank hangs like a blanket over a cage 
At the point where the cold rain seeps into the drains 
I've sold myself on a promise, let my greed take control
These days ignorance is solvency or so I'm told 

You see a flick book of red lights on a dog-eared page 
So sick of being exactly 20 minutes late every day
Your clockwork heart keeps losing time
It thins your blood like red wine
And that always made me such a dizzy drunk
I don't regret the day that I finally sobered up 


Boy, Uninterrupted