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3 miles of headlights
Laptops and landmines
10 years of limbo
Mountains of molehills
Bite marks in pencils
Ballpoints and daggers
Goodies and baddies
All suited and booted and rolling in pig shit

The series of events that take us up to now astound me.
The story and the characters were running in real time.
Last thing at night and first thing in the morning.
Call it what you want because we both know what this is.

And what are you grinning at?
I figured that the chances of us meeting were slim enough.
But ever since I swapped my name for yours I’ve been lucky.

and when i see you
i'll mainline the moment,
this is for no-one,
i'm keeping it all to myself'.
i had these ideas,
my sweat, her skin,
forgive me for asking,
do you know what you're capable of?

is that the time? is that the time?
where are you now? to be a fly on the wall,
a fly on the wall squinting at you,
picking out the shapes in the dark,
can you believe this?
so talk. just talk.
what are you saying?
bigger fish to fry? bigger fish to fry?

i’ll stick my fingers in my ears, and shut one eye,
‘cause i can’t concentrate with all this noise,
and the ringing in my ears.

i’m going out to walk this off,
don’t hang about, i might be gone a while.
i have a question but i’ll save it for later,
like that’s gonna do us any good.

I was just testing the water
seeing if my head was screwed on
no crossed wires, no half-heart
these gut strings pull on battery love
i’m still figuring it out
i’m just writing it all down
i’m still figuring it all out
out of time and not a minute too soon

You either do or you don't
I don't know how you don't know
Not being funny but there's
Something up with what you're doing
What will you do with your time
Practice all of your lines?
I'd rather know, but no
You say you've got to think about it

i pulled up the floorboards and there was the payload.
i don’t want to remember a thing, i mean nothing.
so i dug up the sticks and stones and the bodies,
and now i’m racking my brain until i feel nothing.

and my guts are out, now you know about my spiraling,
and the knock-on effect is doing my head in.

i thought i’d never hear the last of it,
that i was sick and twisted,
i’d turn a blind eye
when nothing else comes to mind
but flowers at the road side.
i’ll stay in forever,
do everyone a favour,
wrecking in and blacking out

all these misguided bohemian leanings count for nothing if nothing has meaning.
that’s so fashionable but i believe in something i just don’t know what it is.
and i found myself in a room full of paintings of typewritten divorce letters,
and then came the part when we all felt smart,
someone said “this is life and life is art.”

so if you think something’s wrong,
it will be in your head.