精神病 (psychosis)

By your hand is the only end I foresee,
I have been dreaming,
you've been dreaming about me.

By your hand is the only end I foresee,
I have been dreaming,
you've been dreaming about me.

I was sitting on my hands at the top-deck of the 178,
spitting cusses at my face reflected in the windscreen pane.
Throwing insults and calling names.
Filthy SMS's that you sent through the day,
by sundown, become tame,
so I set it in motion again.

But fates a cruel mistress, girl, the prettiest in the world.
She dresses loosely in a bathrobe with her hair up in curls,
cause we were kissing for hours with her hands in my trousers,
she could not contain herself, suggests we go back to her house.
But here it comes, this is the crux, she vomits down my rental tux.

I'm not sure if it's love anymore,
but I've been thinking of you fondly for sure.
Remember what your heart is for.

By your hand is the only end I foresee,
I have been dreaming,
you've been dreaming about me.

By your hand is the only end I foresee,
I have been dreaming,
you've been dreaming about me.

And it's a good night,
For a fist fight,
Because the dew will temper your fall,
You'll sing me lullabies in form of your cat-calls.

And I've been dangling in limbo, barely keeping my cool.
It's like I'm snookered between the back cushion and touching the 8 ball.
I keep replaying my turn, until your patience is shot,
you peel your white gloves off seductively before you re-spot.
Your fingertips leave marks and graze,
I lay you down atop the baize,

I'm not sure if it's love anymore,
but I've been thinking of you fondly for sure.
Remember what your heart is for.

Graceful, gracious companion with your eyes of doe and thighs of stallion.
My gracious companion with your eyes of doe and thighs of stallion.

By your hand is the only end I foresee, (My gracious companion with your eyes of doe and thighs of stallion.)
I have been dreaming, you've been dreaming about me. (My gracious companion with your eyes of doe and thighs of stallion.)

By your hand is the only end I foresee, (My gracious companion with your eyes of doe and thighs of stallion.)
I have been dreaming, you've been dreaming about me. (My gracious companion with your eyes of doe and thighs of stallion.)

Go!

Breathe... easy.

Your hands will remain empty when you have stopped clutching at straws.
Cling to bad memories, forget all the insufferable bores.
No-one matters.
No-one cares.

He whispered, "oh my god this really is a joy to behold".
For he said "it's a joy to be held" so I held him too close.
It was a grave mistake, he never came back again.

I'm not saying there's good in none of this
Miserabilia to show the kids.
I'm not saying that you're responsible.
Miserabilia, for one, for all.

I've spend too much time on my knees next to urinals in garish Mexican restaurants,
sobbing into my worn pale palms for a better understanding of my dietary requirements.

I've cried on ashen floors of working men's clubs
96, 98, 2000, 2002, 2004.
Oh my god, will it end?

We got nostalgic ended up filling shoe boxes with vomit,
collected scabs in lockets, hung them round our necks like nooses.
None of it mattered.
Nobody cared.

I'm not saying there's good in none of this
Miserabilia to show the kids.
I'm not saying that you're responsible.
Miserabilia, for one, for all.

I have broken down into the naked breasts of a newly ex (no dignity),
I can only guess that she thinks about it when she touches herself.

Shout at the world because the world doesn't love you.
Lower yourself because you know that you'll have to.

I can taste the blood on your lips and on your tongue
I can see your teeth turn pink, your gums fade to white

The less and less I eat the more you see my teeth;
The closer they move together, fill the gaps.
We curse the weather.
Rip the flesh from your bones,
Wipe me down,
Drive me home
Dump me side of the road if I'm too annoying

Wear your best suit, all these people are watching
Oh baby, you'll need all those fingers for crossing
I'm sucking your last words from the back of your throat -
So perfect, so bitter, we laugh then we choke

(Keep)
Wear your best suit, all these people are watching
(Your fingers)
Oh baby, you'll need all those fingers for crossing
(Crossed)
I'm sucking your last words from the back of your throat -
So perfect, so bitter, we laugh then we choke

You worry a million raindrops'll die with their last memory of you and I
In a soft porn version of the end of the world
I quake at the knees as my intentions unfurl
You wrote a letter to God ("just in case") you said,
"I'm nothing if I'm not a pragmatist".
"You needn't worry about us, we can look after ourselves,
We have learnt not to rely on you or anyone else".

Wear your best suit, all these people are watching
Oh baby, you'll need all those fingers for crossing
I'm sucking your last words from the back of your throat -
So perfect, so bitter, we laugh then we choke

(Keep)
Wear your best suit, all these people are watching
(Your fingers)
Oh baby, you'll need all those fingers for crossing
(Crossed)
I'm sucking your last words from the back of your throat -
So perfect, so bitter, we laugh then we... choke

I pushed your head down
Flat onto the page
I held the weapon
Flat against your face
I remembered the promise
That I had made
And turned the pen back
Back onto myself

So you can stick your words of comfort
And you can take your well wishes too
Singing Allez les blues!
Cause they hold me closer than you would ever do
Allez les blues!

I know your shape and
I know your size
You are the weight of
The concrete boots that pull me under the tide
And now you’re marching on to a different drum
Leaving my body here without a beat
A body drained of all feeling
Can be nothing but a piece of meat

So you can stick your words of comfort
And you can take your well wishes too
Singing Allez les blues!
Cause they hold me closer than you would ever do
Allez les blues!
Cause they hold me closer than you would ever do
Allez les blues!

This lump in my throat
Is the knot that you tied
With a flick of your tongue
And a wink of your eye

(I’ve been sitting sidesaddle on the devil’s chair
I’ve been muddying upholstery, you didn’t care
????? right into the dead of night
Yeah but the fire keeps me warm and keeps my heart alive)

Yeah but the fire keeps me warm
And keeps my heart alive

You pushed my head down
Flat onto the page
You held the weapon
Flat to my face
You remember the promise
That you would break
But now the bloodline
Runs through my veins

Cause they hold me closer than you would ever do
Allez les blues!

I was sick in my mouth because of the fear of the scent of an ex-girlfriend
And no more conversations about what Breakfast Club character you'd be
I'd be the one that dies (no one dies)
Well then what's the point?

You should have built have a statue, and so I did of you
And you were ungrateful, and slightly offended at the dimensions of it
You said you looked less like the Venus de Milo, and more like your mother in a straightjacket
I think it's great that you're doing fine now, but enough is enough
And I've had enough

Since we became accelerated readers, we never leave the house

You should have built a wall
You should have built a wall

And I'm not Bonnie Tyler, and I'm not Toni Braxton
And this song is not gonna save your relationship
Oh no... shit!
And this sentimental movie marathon has taught us one thing
It's the opposite of true love is as follows:
Reality!

You should have built a wall, not a bridge
(Since we became accelerated readers, we never leave the house)
You should have built a wall, not a bridge

Since we became accelerated readers, we never leave the house
Since we became accelerated readers, we never leave the house.

You asked if you could see me, before I went to Spain
You didn’t give a reason, didn’t know what you would say
But I was hoping that my breath on your face,
Would blow every last thing into place

The bed-spread decked in suns and moons and symbols of the star-signs,
How you read how mine applied to how I would be sex-wise
And in my arms you disappeared and I seemed twice the size,
Slept and woke with lips together, sleeping felt like lies

Girl, I helped you with your demons, but your ghosts are now haunting me too
That French bitch, an ex-boyfriend threatening to tie his neck to the roof
But if we tiptoe through the true bits
We might make it to the other side
What doesn’t kill you, leaves you wounded
But I will nurse you better alright
I’ve been waking on your side of the bed
As the sun’s been rising in the west

If your skin feels softer, I’ve no argument to make,
The weight of such apologies caused stronger men to ache
If his kisses draw the bad out, I can’t have a complaint
As they hit your tongue like sedatives while I lay wide awake

You can feel a tremor in a single word, it rattles down your spinal chord
And you can catch a raincloud in an hourglass, but it will turn into a storm
Knee deep in flowers we’ll stray,
You keep the showers away