Check me out, I’m trouble.
But not in the right way,
slow trouble that defeats you in the end.
And you’re trouble,
that’s what all the girls say.
Cute, fleeting trouble that’s convenient to pretend.

Because it’s easy to spin words, sling nouns, adjectives and verbs;
not making meaning, saying ‘screaming’ to convey that you’re unnerved.
The trouble lies between the lines, the subtle signs, the cracks emerge.
The tacky obviousness that you are just a noun spitting adjectives and verbs.

‘Here’s trouble’, I see them mouthing
tight lipped and under breath,
minefield looming and they’re not sure where to step.
Give up your left,
your right,
you left,
you’re right,
you left them all for dead.
The earth is blistered and the bursting clears the stress.
The limbless may be bitter but they know the path ahead.

You’re in trouble.
At least that’s what you’ve heard and while the rest was absurd that seemed to stick.
You’re a buried wick,
without a flame the wax is growing ever thick.
He made me grin, his patience thin he remarked,
‘When the end of days comes who will have the laugh?’.
I said ‘none of us, we’ll all be dead’

What are your words?

I don’t want any trouble.
The broken words echo but they’re never heard.
They’re too busy, they’re too breathless,
they’ve been chanting word for word.
So I’ll take it all,
every bit,
every muddy, sweaty drip.
And when your bones are dust and you’re disgusted
watching me roll in my own filthy mess
just watch me wink as I slowly sink and try to tell me that you’re not impressed.

What are your words?

He was a mountain corroded by the sea.
She was a river sitting still as she could be.

Complex minerals filled him to the brim,
his body dissolved as his head grew bigger
and his knees gave in.
Creating oil paintings,
kissing pebbled grins.
He’d watch the fish and she’d teach them how to swim.
When she met the sea she said “It’s just a part of me”,
he would wonder if that’s what she was always meant to be.
She embraced it,
he couldn’t take it.

He said “slowly it’s taking me away”,
she said “I know it hurts but it will all be ok.
The parts of you that you can’t see are now all just parts of me.”

Laying still as the river crawled across his skin,
the sun’s reflection turned perfection bouncing off her onto him.
The mountain couldn’t leave, though a necessity for her,
so she stretched her arms so wide that she’d always have one around the mountainside.
And it hurt
with every drop of her that disappeared into his dirt.

She said “slowly it’s taking me away”,
he said “I know it hurts but it will all be ok.
The parts of you that you can’t see are now all just parts of me.”

paper-owls:

oh yes

I have never wanted to reblog anything so badly and I don’t think I ever will.

(via beardnazi)

I wrote this last week, I really enjoy it.

Fucking feeding frenzy, insects eating at me.
You can have the rest, you can have what’s left.
Outspoken just to speak out, rotten gums and teeth.
You can have the rest, you can have what’s left.

I’m always itching when I have someone,
an honest line but not a clever one.
The scratching starts before the itching has begun.

Self-given second chances, necessary but consequential, although confidential.
To hell with second and first I want the golden chest.
You can have the rest, you can have what’s left.

I’m always itching when I have someone,
an honest line but not a clever one.
The scratching starts before the itching has begun.

I’m missing, I’m missing.
Say it without listening.
Am I just filling the void?
I’m missing, I’m missing.
Say it without listening.
At some point you all just become noise.

Why are we killing birds with stones?
Why can’t we leave the birds alone?
Your dirty feet inside their nest.
You deserve the best but you get the rest.

Oh what horror, oh what dread, I grabbed a rock and beat two birds to death.
You can have the rest of this filthy fucking mess.

You deal with little boys at their little wit’s end.
No appreciation when you make them men.

The bubbles in our blood, they’re bursting trouble, stealing fun.
We’re dirty, shallow, living once.
It’s how it’s done here.
You think it looks like fun, you’ve done it once when you were younger.
There’s no wonder you’ve had one too many drinks tonight.

Nothing’s feeling wrong, there’s no bad words to sing along.
Do what it takes, there’s just mistakes,
and they’re just misunderstood, misrepresented,
miss, how you doing? You look splendid.
Shaping men and tearing them apart.

It’s not what you have, it’s how you spend it.
Throwing chances, breaking fences.
Screw past tenses, look where you are now.
Can’t see her coming if you’re looking down.

The sun is out to stay, cue fires, avoid his UV gaze.
The boys in singlets don’t look phased, avoid their gaze as well.
Someone’s looking strong, you can’t avoid me any longer,
stop to ponder “what’s that mean?”
Don’t make a scene kid.

I’ll stand until my ankles break and you can’t make me move.
There’s nothing here that’s yours to take, god help you if you do.

You can’t make me move.
You’ll never make me move.
You’ll never make me move.
God help you if you do. 

You got your karma in advance for all the deeds you’ve yet to do.
All the knees you’ve yet to bruise, ignoring pleading for the truth.
You got your karma in advance for all the deeds you’ve yet to do, or havn’t mentioned.
You got your foot inside my door and gracefully slipped off your shoes.
Clumsily you paid your dues, vaguely self-saving, slightly confused.
You left me locked beneath the floor, carelessly you left your shoes.
Clearly it came to be, all of your deeds were saved for me.

Waiting is wasting, but there’s not much more I can do.
Everything is perfect, it’s all the way you turn it,
so when you turn it this time make it worth it.

My sins are knee deep, yours are up to your chin.
I never learnt to swim…
My sins aren’t ending, but I know where I’ve been.
I never learnt to swim, you laughed and pushed me in.

A girl needs a man, not someone standing on boxes constantly offering hands.
Men can be ruthless and openly not give a damn, and girls understand.
But you never grew into me, you dropped three sizes to how you used to be.
They made no sense to you, all the silly deeds I’d do.

In the morning, drinks for the mourning.
Washing with spite, drip dry’s alright.
Right there in your grasp if you cared to ask.

In the night, pre-drinks for the fight.
Settling scores, weighed down by more.
You’d risk losing heart if you cared to ask.

Weather pouring, we’ll drink ‘cos it’s boring.
Run head first and slide, but keep it inside.
You wont leave a mark if you cared to ask.

Sun shines, we’ll mix it with wine.
I’m still feeling sore, I’m burnt to the core.
The scar’s healing fast if you cared to ask.

You’re no use to anyone, anyone yet.
You’re no use to anyone.
You can’t know that, at least not yet.

Stage is set, not drinking yet.
It’s not that I’m tired, just feel inspired.
Emergency flask if you cared to ask.

With the sun on my eyelids it’s always too bright to sleep.
I swear I’m on fire it’s just too dull to see.

Walk with broken feet until you fall.
Clutch desprate at our heels and doom us all.
Self-pity is a poison that you cant take by yourself,
force it to your friends till they no longer want to help.

I’m guessing that you’ll fall now.
I’m guessing that you’ll fall down.

I’m guessing that you’ll fall, your broken stomach bares no weight.
A better man would call you, swoop you, tell you that hes not the one you’ve fallen for.
He takes his wings off at your door.

Prostetic, you’ll never touch the ground.
I’m guessing that you’ll fall now.
I’m guessing that you’ll fall down.
I find it hard to care now.
I”m trying not to stare down.

Walk with broken feet until you fall.
You’ll never touch the ground, you’ll kill us all.
Your broken foresight sees you stumble dimly to your fate.
Your grim opinion blinds you, finds you blocking out the good that you can’t see
Please take your wings off standing next to me.

I should have given more, the cat beats my tongue around the floor.

I’ve decided to start posting all the lyrics to the songs I haven’t released.

I will put them up in no particular order whenever I feel like it haha.

Enjoy!

The boys sing of things that they can see, to forget the men that they can be.
You must be mistaken miss, you’re taken, this is quite a situation.
Let’s see where this moment takes us.
They can’t blame us, only you.

When you’re feeling not yourself, I can be of little help.
I’ve got no friends like you do.
I’ve got no friends they’ve got me too.

The girls sing of things the boys can’t see.
Try to remember how the boys can be.
How they wish that they could stay inside you.
They wish that you could play like they do.
You say that you can’t play guitar with a headache and a broken arm.
If you believe all you say, no wonder the boys all run away.

Stone cold, god lay behind my eyes, not just three days ago.
He resurrects himself every now and then.
Brings a bag of peanuts and his friends.
But you can’t trust a single word he says.