Circles.

Lying out in the midday sun, tied up in regret,

hoping to sweat out all their mistakes.

Girl,

I'm sure he really wants to hold your hand,
but he's just too proud to comprehend.
Young man,
you can try and call her name out loud,
but she's too beaten and bruised to understand.

She wants to love you kid, in every little way,
but you wont stop crumbling her away.
Kiss her,
with the whole wide world sound asleep
and the sky bleeding purple to orange.
To and fro,
with his leather tied tightly around her wrists,
and her love getting lost in liquored crowds.

Watching her bleed boy, won't prove a thing,
she's waiting for you on that park bench.
Shivering,
her soft skin covered with something borrowed
and lips turning the colour depression blue.
Boy,
she's paid her dues now so hold on or let go,
you're making it worse; testing every truth.

Slight of Hand.

A flick of the wrist.

We both picked cards with suits of Spades
I used to pretend these were just black little hearts


You leant in close and whispered so softly
But your words were just as tangled as our legs


I so badly wanted more of your breath in mine
Except your lips were sour from the kiss of another


I'll cry myself to sleep again tonight, over you
I had the Two of Hearts in my pocket the entire time

Wilted.

Fist to mouth, knocking intelligence off the tongue.

This isn't more than just out of date milk,

we aren't making anything here except a sticky mess.
Don't kid yourself.
You won't be my husband and I wont be your life,
neither will find a missing number tonight.
Just another boy.
Lets not colour something pink when it's painted red.
Your face is already swirling down the kitchen sink,
with my real name and how much I had to drink.

Delinquency.

You became caught on my hook when you said my name.

I saw the curl of your lips become softer,

and felt the heat of your breath on my shoulder.

Holding someone else's hand you leant across the table

and asked me to write you a song.

Our eyes will always catch on one another,

my perfume will penetrate your sleepless dreams.

You can't help but brush your hand over my exposed skin,

just waiting for me to make you a mistake.

I'll sleep in your mind relentlessly.

But not beneath your sheets

Unoriginal Sin.

The hounds of hell are coming for you

after what you've done.

Broken hearts and bloody mouths 

aren't healed with malt and grain.

I heard you screaming out my name,
cursing all I wouldn't do.
I locked my doors, bolted my windows,
you broke through the wood.

You took my words, covered them with salt,

and fed them to the crowd.

You're not the first, won't be the last,

you're absolutely nothing in between.

Your belly is filled with your own mistakes,
though you spat them in my face.
Speed off now, down the southbound highway
with all your unoriginal sins.

Utilisé

J'aime finir mon lait de l'étage,
il renverse et s'étend,
la mendicité de moi de le laper en haut.

Je pour porter mes vêtements sales,
taché avec le vin,
la loyauté à ma peau propre.

Je suis plus heureux quand vous me parlez en bas,
la pression sur mes contusions,
le fait d'accrocher mes cuisses.

Je reste dans votre pièce ce soir,
vous dormirez dans moi,
Je me réveillerai le matin avec vous séché sur ma caisse.

2.

Dark haired,

shiny love.

Your lips fit mine,

our hips kiss.

Hold my hand

real tight now.
I'm the nine
before your ten.
We're beautiful,
just like this.