Its been lonely in the stables since the horse died

Its been lonely in the stables since the horse died

Well you see Timothy, I spilt milk on all the C.Ds
and it was deliberate fortune telling, not mess making.
I painted you a picture with my fingertips in which you Timothy
are the Eiffel Tower.

I invited loads of people to the party,
sat down and watched back to back classics in my pjamas eating nectarines. I projected the films onto the windows for passer by entertainment. I am nice like that Timothy.

Timothy, I sat on the sofa for a week and forgot to breathe.
I didnt tell any friends.
I was concentrating on the not feel.
But I was quite proactive, I finally typed that story into my sleep.

I also made some decisions, no more nice me -
there are too many people smiling through thin lips.
I threw away all the planning, the scripts, the life evidence
who the fuck needs anticipation reminding
when there is proper things to consider like baked bean and politics.

Blondie came on the radio and she said
'I know you had to go, but I just had to love'
and I imagined her working the fairground,
in charge of the waltzer wearing a blue bomber jacket.

Thing is, Timothy all the time we were making faces like angry,
the ‘what was actually going to happen stables’ needed clearing and I can see now that even if like me, you are good at predictions
sometimes things flick switch direction and no amount of trying to get things back to how they should be
will change the fact that some things dont want you to keep them.