Streaming Down from Satellites

Streaming down from satellites
I'm tracking where you are tonight
following your every move
to ensure you'll be alright

And my hearts in a craze and there are lumps in my throat
I can barely breathe now that this feeling's taken hold
Its persistence is astounding drowning out every other thought
bouncing around my brain
but I know that I can't say anything so it just needs to fade

I want you to hold my tongue
'cause I can't do this anymore

by now you're a figment that pervades my dreams
despite my best wishes you're always there
compensating for what I can't have

We all have dreams but they say it's best to give up on these
but it's so damn hard

London Fire

I would follow the train tracks until they intersect
but every time we meet it always ends in my death
you couldn't live with me
and since; I've learned of regret
all the bullshit we've fostered
by dealing with each other
it's all that I've got left

I thought love was something we all had yet you even stole that

but still
just because I hate you doesn't mean I don't want you
We'll turn this town into London circa 1666
and watch as the wind takes our creation places we could never imagine
without the Thames to keep it in
now that destruction is the only form of artistry I've got left

I thought love was something you'd given me but just as easily
you took it away

Good Morning

this rate I'm relying on evolution to hold off my execution.

I didn't think of breathing. I didn't think of breathing but at least the poison didn't take.
I didn't think of breathing. I didn't think of breathing so I'm dying anyway.

What am I saying, Am I always like this just after waking?

I need to tell you something. I need to tell you something.
Thank god you didn't answer your phone. It's not like I wanted you to know

How crazy you make me, how crazy you make me.
I didn't think of breathing, I didn't think of breathing.

Canvas

You wrapped yourself in mirrors
You wrapped yourself in mirrors.

the bathroom wasn't enough
for your features to be exposed
to the only one of import
to the fucking princess of the world

you try to transform your passionless existence
by drowning in your lipstick
feverish you sheathe it like a sword
like you're a heroin of a cause
but it's just another form of heroine
kept just outside your jaws
you realise it's a vapid form of self-expression
but you do it anyway
because how else can you say
"I could be beautiful
with my blank canvas
paint me every shade of grey
paint me every shade of grey"