your hands and mine at our syncopated rythm

I didn’t know I’d be so upset, seeing that picture of you and her. I guess that’s what it comes to after a false alarm.

Sunshine on a Wooden Floor Women with scarves used their hands to spin thoughts about wordless pains things beneath the register of speech matters of rhythm and tone couched

But if the wind blows.... Our wind, the wind of our making The wind of all winds That will crack our teeth, and still our tongue, and eat our breath.

Beat beat The iron hearts jangle in sync to the sound of money Voices fall from slashed flesh into beer glasses like slops You’re bluish eye cuts me down You’re stabbing words remain

Left, crying you left me Your wet handkerchief you left

My family life was one of despair No-one ever seemed to care I talked and talked but no-one heard This lonliness made me feel scared My mum would always shout and scream But when i talked she was in a daydream My dad would never hear my talk Eventually he made the decision to walk My fellow siblings had the same upbringing Its certainly not the greatest beginning To a life you want to lead your way You have a fight on your hands everyday So my family's not that great But there not the source of all my hate It grows deep inside my soul

LIfe in the crap lane Is a life full of hate and pain These are the feelings that control My entire life and soul The hate that i feel inside Affects my ability to decide How to react to people's approach Just trying to be friendly not wanting to encroach This pain is embedded in my heart Threatening to tear me apart This feeling also swells my brain With enough force to drive me insane My life at home could send me mad So i escaped from all things bad All that hate and all that pain I've left behind in the crap lane

I'd give the earth and all i'm worth To help my family Through all things bad and all things good I'd do everything i could To give them all a better life Avoiding all aggro and strife Sell my house, Sell my car Give all the money to dear old Ma Would she use it to invest and save Support her life to the grave No! All my efforts would be a waste Turn on heels and leave in haste I love my family with all my heart But the way they live tears me apart Its like a disease infecting the brain Invisible to them butcauses so much pain You need to leave and get away