Exposing our privates

With the breeze of my mind

Feelings are left behind

I study my past life

With such scrutiny

Spending the coins

To plaster the joins

Now you can’t see

Straight through me

Oh come on and let me be

Oh surely you surely must see

This is how I want to be

Let my character go free

With the speed of the bird

I knew you had heard

In a different light

Could I still be right?

Oh come and let you know me

Let your prejudice go free

This is how I want, to be

Oh surely, you surely must see

Could I still be right?

Could I still be right?

It is early and light

The hotel cat is asleep upon the step

And leaning against the railing on the promenade

Is a girl looking out to sea

The slivers of glass between my toes

Hurt me as I try to walk

The fish and chip newspaper

Wraps around my ankles in the wind

And in the cafe with faded, greying walls

There is a couple at the end of the table

Engrossed in their shared existance

One yawns and the other stretches

In the drizzle through the window

I approach the girl who is crying

But she pushes me away

And makes for the sands

I have been with her so long

It is strange to watch her fun for the sea

As the waves close above her head

I know she will not return

Gangs of bowl hair

Congrigate

In piss soaked

Stairwells

Clump feet

Travel fast

Through the cut fence

To the den of fags and dares

Never once will they mourn

My passing night train

From so many small hands

Comes concrete block

Drifting through the caustic night air

Like the scent of a ghost

A million times I catch

The staring wild eyes

On their shitting faces

Turn and run away

The joy

The power of causing pain

But I say

Let them see the blood tears

Dripping from my glass eye

Let their fingers

Follow the hundred tiny scars

Let them mourn the passing

Of my night train

Despite the sunshine

I still force my eyes to see

Despite the noise

I’m still pinning back my ears

Despite the chemicals

I am eating up my greens

Despite the car fumes

I am gulping down the air

Is this it?

Is this life?

In twenty years will I still be here

Wishing I had started something?

Little people

Little feet

Little lives

Little Street

Little pleasures

Little time

I thought I knew the answer

To the question

I wanted to be asked so desperately

I couldn’t tell you

I thought when I reached the place, in time

When things would be alright

They’d be alright

It seemed to be true, I thought I knew

I thought I’d found my understanding of life

Instead I found you.

The music that you play

Is the music of my mind

And the things that you say

In the future I will find are true

Crossing the path of disaster

Teeter on the edge of depression

No brick just plaster

I could break through to the other side

Everything you say

All things today

All people you meet

And the street

Might not mean a thing

Tomorrow

Turning the tides of sadness

I didn’t think you could

Caring more, hating less

I didn’t think you would.