Stow my things round the house
I pick it up to put it down

Will you see me, if you’re in town?
Or just stop by if you’re around

Cos I have biscuits, and nice things
I keep a record of everything

I count the freckles on my leg
And study the topography of the back of my head
 
All my things are still in order
Cos if I’m tidy I might fool ya

Well healthy space - healthy mind
It doesn’t really count when you’re stuck inside

Cos I don't like it, I don’t like it
No I don’t like it, I don’t like it

Well I don’t like it, I don’t like it
No I don’t like it, I don’t like it

~ 

I think the walls could be a little closer
And the Thai place knows my dinner

And all my enemies in perfect order
I keep their profiles in separate folders

It might just look a little agoraphobic
But I think life’s better alphabetic

Well we’re not speaking - I lost my voice
And I’m not lonely, it’s my choice

Cos I don’t like it, I don’t like it
No I don’t like it, I don’t like it

Well I don’t like it, I don’t like it
No I don’t like it, I don’t like it

Cos I don’t like it, well no I don’t, not one little bit 
I don’t like it, when you come in here, acting like the king of shit
You get me high so I’m riding the waves of this panicked, manic fit - yeah
Then drop me down so I’m stuck at the bottom of some filthy fucking pit

Yeah, yeah, yeah 

I wanna know why I’m on my own for twenty four hours a day - nah
Cos even though I’m out and about I’m still stuck inside my brain - ok
Maybe I got daddy issues, mummy issues too
I’m the whole damn package tryna fix it with glue
But I end up sniffin it, kickin it too and
when I think I’m over it I still got a bone to pick with you

Cos she liked to drink, and he had a temper
They had moods that changed like September weather
But I don’t think I do much better, well

I get around to some self-reflection
I paint my arms red for the attention
And you never make friends when you’re stuck in detention
Well trouble maker, trouble maker, trouble maker, trouble maker

No I don’t like it, one little bit, no
I don’t like it I’m not interested, I said
No no no no no 
The thought makes me sick

I don’t like it one little bit
I don’t like it one little bit

Crysturbating

you will always linger
you haunt me like a ghost

 /// ~~~ ghost ~~~ ///

when I think I’ve lost you
that’s when I feel you most

 /// ~~~ most ~~~ ///

and I would be lying,
if I loved you less

 /// ~~~ less ~~~ ///

orange fades to brown and I’m –
still caught up in your mess

 /// ~~~ mess ~~~ ///

you’re an old familiar aching,
in the marrow of my bones

 /// ~~~ bones ~~~ ///

you’re purple pressed eyes,
and a tightness in my throat

 /// ~~~ throat ~~~ ///

Carry me inside you    
And be my surrogate host

 /// ~~~ host ~~~ ///

you’re buried at the mountains,
I’m headed for the coast 

 /// ~~~ coast ~~~ ///

ah ya ya. ah ya ya.

Linger

(I just really fuckin hate "vice grip" and couldn't stand to have it on s.a.w anymore so here's "witch fucker" for the third time with a slightly improved mix)
 
~
Lyrics:

When did we meet?
I do not recall

Was it last week?
And were we in love?

Well i go to sleep
To enter your spell

I know a witch
Please do not tell

//

I can't wait to meet
My cabalist lover

Though ancient enough
To be my mother

But in this realm
Age doesn't matter

Time is suspended
By way of her power

//

And so in my sleep
I enter her vision

Where cobble stone streets
Are dotted with women

Dressed in their robes
And drab disposition

She beckons me into
Torquēre submission

//

Well i know a witch
Whose name i don't know

When will she visit?
When will she go?

And how did we meet?
And how is this so?

When I wake from sleep
I'm all on my own

Witch Fucker

I got a confession
Got a big erection
From all the attention
That I’m always getting

No it’s not a secret
I’m a bit addicted
Sunday morning paper
Plastered with my name

Keep up the momentum
Gotta keep them guessin
Say I’m gonna do it
Swear this time I’ll do it

Should I blow my brains out?
Where the children hang out?
Decorate the skate park
Scare all of the boy scouts

//

Dangling from the ceiling
Sounds kind of appealing
But the paint is pealing
Where I put the hook in

Oh that’s such a cliché
I could find a better way
Only get one exit 
I want to blow you away

I could be a lictor
Daughter of the vicar
Try to fuck my brains out
Now we’re both on fire

Burn me at the stake
I’m a big mistake
Pillory curator 
Trouble trouble maker

//

How to keep your head up
When you’re always fed up
Better off just dressed up
As a happy camper

No I’m not complaining
It’s not in my nature
I just write my thoughts down
Then I rip the page out

You know that I’m kidding
It’s almost like I’m binging
On all of this whinging
Fuels my sulky engine

Consume martem est, but
I think I’m the best, I
Wouldn’t have the chutzpah
Just a chronic moper

//

burn me at the stake
I’m a big mistake
Pillory curator
And a trouble-maker

I could be a lictor
Daughter of a vicar
Took me as a lover
Now we’re both on

Fire

Fire

Fire
 
Yeah.

20.01.17 idk

(this mix is better)

Now
The soul is tethered to the flesh
Our eyes and limbs become enmeshed
Our shadows blurring into one
My one

You 
You pull the rib out from my side
And make companions to pass time
I share a lung with my mistress,
Our lung

Now
We breath in synch, we breathe on time
You ornaments hang off my spine
I'm decorated with your gifts
Your gifts

You 
Were once my young and bashful limerant
But now I know you rather different
And soon enough we are just strangers
Strangers

Now
The soul is tethered to the flesh
Our eyes and limbs become enmeshed
Our shadows blurring into one
My one

Limb

i flicked my lamp. it made a nice noise. i made a little song out of it. i'm only human.

~

Ooo!
Ooo!
Ooo!
Ooo!

//

Ooo!
Ooo!
Ooo!
Ooo!

I’m not born again
Make me whole again
Hold my cardigan
Like my only friend
I spend all my time
Holding on my breath
Hold me closer friend
Hold me closer friend

//

Ooo!
Ooo!
Ooo – ya!
Ooo – ya!

I’m not born again
Make me whole again
Make me whole again
Make me whole again
Make me – 
Whole again.

//

Ooo!
Ooo!

I’m not born again
I’m not born again
I’m not born again
I’m not born again

Make me whole again
Make me whole again
Make me whole again
Make me whole again

I’m not born again
I’m not born again
I’m not born again
Make me whole again
I’m not born again
I’m not born again
I’m not born again
Make me whole again
I’m not born again
Hold me closer friend
Hold me closer friend
I’m not born again
Hold me closer friend
I’m not born again
Hold me closer friend
I’m not born again

Ooo!
Ooo!
Ooo – ya!
Ooo – ya!

21.06.17 Lamp

Oh, one reason why
I’ve stuck round for all this time
Is some nonsense in my mind
That won’t matter when I die

And that reason why
It’s a nagging, it’s a prying
Like a curious, stubborn child
Who asks why, and why, and why, and why?

And oh, the answer
Is not the thing that matters;
It’s the pleasure of desire
It’s the fact I even tried

And maybe that’s enough,
Just to wonder, and to want to
So I nod with half a smile
And keep at it for a while

/

But oh, the purpose, the purpose
Of the question’s,
Not the answer you’ve in mind
It’s just to pass the time

In a life, of waiting
Waiting for the moment 
Where I’ll feel more satisfied
With all this waiting all the time

But oh, the purpose, the purpose
Of the question’s,
Not the answer you’ve in mind
It’s just to pass the time

In a life, where moving's
Not always going forward
But I'll learn to sway in time 
I'll keep this rhythm until I die

/

And oh who am I?
To think that I’ve figured out
What all this fussing’s all about
People fussing all the time

Maybe that’s the thing
All the fussing, and the prying
Is the rhythm of a life
I hold my pulse to keep the time

09.08.17

Okay, alright, alright
Listen up
Cos I've got something to say
I've got a message
I've got a message for all the people out there
Is anybody listening
Cos I got a message
I got one, hell of a message, man
For you to hear
Right now
Right here
Oh, listen up 
Open your ears
Put your listening boots on
Cos here we go

I don't really like
The way
My knees feel

When I'm not wearing pants
And my hot thighs rub together
My knees feel
My knees feel pretty bad

When they touch together
Together

I don't like the way my knees feel (my knees feel pretty bad)

Devil’s in the details
I don’t care what’s right
We’ve got all tomorrow
To bandage up the night 

I’m so sick of mending
Always fight or flight
I latch on to right now
And I hold it tight

I wanna heal

Sab

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