nothing hurts more than being ignored by cats on the street
so tru
Newspaper, newspaper.
I can't take no more. You're here every morning waiting at my door. I'm just trying to kiss you and you stab my eyes. Make me blue forever like an island sky.
now I know a disease that these doctors can’t treat
you contract on the day you accept all you see
is a mirror and a mirror is all it can be
a reflection of something we’re missing
and language just happened, it was never planned
and it’s inadequate to describe where I am
in the room of my house where the light’s never been
waiting for this day to end
and these clocks keep unwinding and completely ignore
everything that we hate or adore
once the page of a calendar is turned it’s no more
so tell me then, what was it for?