A Lovely Old Man Has Recently Made It To The Skies.
I Hope He Found Her.
I'll Miss His Morris Minor With The Falling Out Indicators.
Or How One Time Dad Was Fixing It While We Had Happy Meals In The Back Of The White Alfa Romeo (With Purple Velvet Seats, Total Whitesnake).
And He Gave Us Dolly Mixtures And We Ripped The Bag And He Said 'Oh No, You Can't Tell Dad I Gave You Them. You'll Get Me In Trouble.'
She Left First, But I Never Saw Him Sad.
What A Happy Gentleman.
It's Nice To Think They Go To Better Places.
He Definately Did.
Why Have I Only Just Now Realised What I've Been Missing Out On.
Places To Go, Things To See, People To Meet.
Waster.
Appreciator?
I've Missed Those Miraculous Things By Being Selfishly Blind.
But One Bright Spark Conversation.
Was Like Putting My Glasses On.
Wind In Your Hair, Sounds Of The Sea.
Makes The Drama Non Existent.
If Even Only For One Hour Fifteen Minutes, Roughly 7 Miles.
It Seems I'm Forever Making These Defining Posts.
Very Quite 'Me Against The World'.
Very Sickly.
Hi My Name Is Charlie Please Wipe Your Feet.
I'm So Bottled Up To The Point Where It's Overwhelming To Hear Talk.
Weird To Know Someone Wants To Listen.
But I Can't Talk The Bastard Waterworks Beat Me To It.
Fucks Up My Make Up.
Reduces My Voice To A Whiney Bitch Shrill Tone.
And The Shakes.
Nothing Feels Safe Right Now.
The Only Secure Thing I Can Feel Right Now Are These Soft, Warmy, Ice Cream Coloured (Neapolitan) Socks.
Keep My Feet Safe From Frostbite And Plugs.
Amen To That.
Everything Feels Like An Irritating Little Brother Joke At The Moment.
Or A Stupidly Tanned Gameshow Host With Teeth Too Big For His Head.
'You Could Of Had... BUT WE DON'T WANT TO GIVE YOU THAT.'
Or 'Here You Go Have It *Reaches* JOKES! No Really You Can Have It *Reaches* AHAHAH PROPER JOKES.'
Ugh Get Bent.
You Are A Problem.
Not You, Or You.
You Move To The Left, Yep There.
You.
You Pretty Much Gave Me The Solution.
Didn't Even Have To Think Once.
But Now I Want To Love You.
Not You, Or You.
Now You Move Over To The Right, Yup Just There.
You.
I Wake Up In The Foulest Mood, See Your Face.
Which Then Keeps Mine Smiling All Day.
Too Perfect.
The Little Things.
Obstacles Schmobstacles.
Insert Projectile Vom Here.
Followed By Tacky Lyric.
Meh Fuck It I'm All Smiles :)
Flipside. xXx
