lights off.

sometimes you wish you could just climb out of your skin and try to understand some choices being made or answers given. or that i had a shower that transforms into a time machine so i could smack myself for ever having this up surd idea.


you think you see how amazing someone is at first and then you realize you just had something in your eye. you mend your heart to have it broken again. my message in a bottle comes in liquid form nowadays. sometimes in life the search for order falsifies.your world can be undermined, taken apart and reduced to absolute anarchy. but then magically you can reintegrate it into something more than the some of its meagre parts. you realize and understand that its just the way that that person feels. and you force yourself to become reserved where necessary and collected when confronted. and flying on a wing and a prayer is a no-go-zone anymore. reality sets in once more.get yourself up, snort some zoloft and have a fag. NEXT!




"You knock on her door
She don’t recognise your voice no more
So she got on an aeroplane
Na na na na na so long after
Strip down from the fever
Laid down in a hotel bed
Wouldn’t take no phone calls at all
Didn’t want no more voices in her head

And that’s the way that you feel
And that’s the way that you feel
And that’s the way that you feel honey know
That’s the way that you feel

In the blue part of the evening
Sometimes its hard
She thinks she hears you coming
But she’s stuck against the wall
Oh she wants what she wants
So she do what she do
But now she looks at you
She covers one eye 'cause she can see into your mind
She no longer want to

And that’s the way that you feel
And that’s the way that you feel
And that’s the way that you feel honey know
That’s the way that you feel"
the kills.