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Every mistake that you watched me make, I made again.
Sat up wide-awake, a coma sounds great...now send me down.

And if you are, unhappy well you know the worst isn't here,
You'll fall into another's arms before I re-appear here.

Out in the sticks the sun called in sick for weeks on end.
There's passport controls and oceans of road between us now.

Major revelation; come to your corps,
Sign the disclaimer win hope for us all.
No, I won't mind being in her arms all night,
Tangled up in our woollen slumber,
No, wait,

D.I.L.E.M.M.A

Bed-rest kittens, womb of opiates,
Biba dresses, blinking morning sunshine.

Can I get an idea? Tell me what did I do?
Tell me what did I say? Tell me what did I prove?

Time's a frivolous display, both a healer and a bane,
I'm in a prism of refractions and burning gamma rays.

When the game is over and you're haemorrhaging money.
When you can't continue smashing it in with such aggression.
An encyclopedia of tired excuses to sell, now you know me well.
I'm the foetal sleeper on the next seat of the carriage.
So when are you taking me out for another fancy dinner?
Go ignore all of the signs, find your own personal hell
And you'll know me well, and you'll know me well,
Then you'll know me well... well enough to make a difference,

The clouds hit a formation, now they're perfectly aligned,
And the trees just seem a pushover to a wind this great.
It's swinging down in spirals, or an invisible sheet,
A see-through wave to sweep up those who dare to be late.

And the sky is screaming murder, look at him murder,
He's a murder, murderer.

Way away, the polar swelling, aching and echoing,
Falling through the ether as a widow's waiting on sleep.
Readying, the lone remainder,
A feeling familiar warning us her waters are to break.

Now that apathy has been done,
To death let this verse serve as an epitaph.

Why are your clothes scattered on the garden, when the taxi is waiting?
Why are your eyes dark-hooded and forlorn?
Their light is diminished, a jade so rare fading jaded.

How can you call yourself an actress, when you cannot get your act together?
How can you say you know tragedy, when you are yet to meet her?
You 'll drive all night but won't get there.
With vim, determined just to suffer...because everyone loves a breakdown.

A Moon lighting minor down on our epic ambitions, we are open prey for vultures…
Lying out, lying within the rhyme scheme, the theme of a lyrical couplet punctures a dream, and then in it seeps…dour realities rousing me into cravings and caffeine.

Counter Attack…

We are all deluded with grandeur, our epic ambitions dragging us through the wars to the next birthday, now it's only a crippling comedown away. And so you'll pray tonight for the first time in years, call some anonymous being, confessing a longing you're feeling so filling.

Call a deeper, lower, coma…Counter attack…