8hz

staring at the door
i dreamt it was your birthday
and that i loved you

start threading the noose

i’m leaving today, you know

new york fucking sucks

a confrontation

standing up or staying out

weighing up the cost

a huge chimera

part wolf, part wasp, part human

i’ve named him Eric

one after the next

wake up behind the wheel

the fog is so thick

there is a thin line

between a joke and the truth

i can’t take either

a turn of the wheel

one more solar rotation

please keep on living

just clutching at straws

the world is less than perfect

apathy’s a bitch

a confrontation

standing up or staying out

weighing up the cost

i’m not welcome here

i have nowhere else to go

scratching at the door

keep me at arms length

lest we confuse love with love

there’s no going back

fear creeps up my spine

the sense of being followed

from each dark corner

credit me in the liver