her bad moods an ethereal reminder… long after shes left the room; unf… aftershocks come in waves and spre… a blanketed tide ripples across an… as we wait like surfers hoping thi…

there’s nothing for you to find in… all it had on show has been seen, there’s nothing for you to learn f… all its pain is sewn into your sea… there’s nothing for you to hope fo…

this family unit this kith and kin I was born into though not allowed in has come to be

My eyes hurt from vision stale As thoughts consume of angry tales Of how dust was blown from a brida… And colours danced on finger nails Me, I don’t have much to add

black and white photographs snapshots of a rare and happy time… a holiday in Wales where the beaches are pebbled, a week away in a caravan

12 34 12 34 intro the second chorus chords verse 1 bm g.… over the mountains I can see you f…

spray paint my pupils and infuse my blood with st johns… stabilize my palpitating throat as my hand cups the frame of your… only a foolish general sends troop…

the gallows of my mind dripped long in wax, burning, a hesitant blend of sweetly bitter flavours melding, the furnace of thoughts of bygone…

If I were you I’d be nicer Less abusive, more contrite If I were you I’d be happier Because your world contains no str… If I were you I’d think of others

Nurse my broken wings back to life They don’t work the way they shoul… For I’ve flown too close to the m… And scanned all the heavens above I’ve journeyed beyond existence

I sink back into its black embrace… through the fog, the misted flecks… trapped in its world, without hope… negative energy pulses through my… this dead sea has me adrift a furt…