The dark skies of winter

 Sick of this sadness,

Like a heavy weight.

And the sky might be cloudless,

But the dark has already set in.

I said too much,

It's hard to be sure.

But there was no answer

When I knocked at your door.

The last thing on my mind.

 Romantic terrorist,

Imagine bumping into you.

The things we say we won't, 

But we always do.

Though we try,

it would never do,

Imagine you grrl lost & wrong on a late night,

Heart broke on a school night, 

And the rain soaked me through.

It's only permanent

It's not like it's forever,

The things a romantic terrorist

For love would do.

Sorry

 Don't let the voices

 in your head win.

Don't let them put you down.

Don't give in.

Smile at yourself in the mirror,

It's okay.

It's hard,

Uphill struggle against the current.

Demons that hunt your sleep.

The little voice that

Tries to remind you,

That whispers you aren't good enough.

When the truth is you are a delightful treat.

One of a kind

With no reason to hide.

Them voices lied.

You will always be amazing and great.

Sunday

 Death isn't forever,

Although life drags on.

And sadly we aren't all in this together.

Some of us are just holding on

Don't give up

 The game seems

very one sided.

The odds against you,

Born to fail.

Too much time

To kill.

Too easy,

To give away

The pieces of a broken heart.

As if, the more broken

The less the worth.

One night stands

Never heal the hurt.

It takes work,

It takes time.

Don't be scared to tell me what's on your mind.

I'll hug you so tight

Try to put the broken bits together.

Try to pull it together.

But don't be angry

Take your time.

It's okay to relapse sometimes.

It's another late night,

Kept awake by a busy mind.

Another reason to hide.

The world seems so dark tonight.

Exuse me, I'm just talking shite.

One more line

 Just one more line,

One more time.

Promise I'm not lieing.

It's hard,

Every weekend trying.

Frustration, boredom,

Tired and lonely to.

One more hit

To forget,

To stop feeling blue.

Two left feet,

And a face to match.

Just another line

To forgive all that.

The line hits the spot. 

Don't want this to stop.

Heart beating

I feel alive

For the first time

Since the last line, 

But the feeling

Won't last, 

I'm chasing a higb

I can't catch. 

So when I say

One more line,

I admit

I'm lieing.

Cause there is

Always another line,

And then another.

Til the beg is empty 

And nose blocked.

Cause when you're

Unhappy it's hard to stop.

The lines remind me

Of the me I forgot. 

The hug and pint bar

 Damaged goods,

Half price. 

Maybe you could fix it, 

By putting yourself in a bowl of rice. 

Sore heads all round tomorrow . 

Your up, your round. 

We'll worry about that tomorrow, 

Eyes scan the crowd

Hoping to see someone. 

Wishing it was more easy 

To talk to women. 

Do you want a drink? 

Then the kind offer to dance. 

But those days are gone 

Heads down checking phones. 

Scared to talk,

Scared. 

Worried the money doesn't go as far. 

The summer never starts round here. 

The rain doesn't stop. 

The bar is loud,

With people drinking to forget. 

Just for one night, 

Forget how shite life gets. 

Car problems, 

On top of endless bills. 

So cheap thrills at a moments glance. 

Forget it all while drinking Pints 

Like shots. 

And shouting at each other our woes, 

Sharing our troubles. 

Knowing it doesn't change it, 

Doesn't make it better. 

No one here has the answers. 

Which makes the booze taste better. 

£60, I'm going to wax the lot. 

Then get the card out

For redbull vod and more shots. 

Full steam ahead no second thoughts. 

The night before tomorrow.

 Up all night

I got demons to fight.

Work all day,

Got bills to pay.

So quiet,

With so much to say.

If I sneezed,

Would you say "bless you".

And would you listen?

If I told you all the things I like about you.

Would you help me?

If I fell?

Be the words on my lips

When I can't speak?

Help me find my dancing feet?

Every monday

 Anyone partying?

I forgot about Monday,

And don't want to stop.

Dont wanna admit,

The future is fuked.

It's best to turn the lights out,

And the heating as well.

Sure as long are you voted to keep

The union and close the sea boarder as well.

They will surely keep us warm.

Safe from harm.

Brexit and all the rest.

The lower class not knowing

That they are lower class.

We fight among each other,

It's all the same.

Point fingers

Always someone else to blame.

We didn't vote,

No point,

But the rich did.

This is why everything is expensive.

They are quids in.

Even dreamers have to wake up.

 As the night gets on,

The songs get sadder.

The moon calls,

But like a fool

I ran away with the stars.

The tears between the scars.

I'd offer everything,

But at some point,

I'm going to have to wake up

From this dream this dream of you.

Did you call dailadrink again?

 Lick the bag

Here,

What's the WiFi code?

Who's Calling dial a drink. 

While over licked lips see shifts.

And no glass of water can help.

Hours become blurred.

Can't even think Of a Sunday roast. 

Because All the gravy in the world,

Can't help.

Anyone know the WiFi code?

And where the charger went?

Pull the curtains,

No one mention Monday.

Just me and the weekend army.

Only me

 At war with myself.

As if you could stay,

When I ruin your perception

Of me.

Left you with just a dream,

Of the person you hoped I was.

When I was indeed just another,

Like another lonely night.

Like being too scared to say,

What's really on our mind.

But I wouldn't mind if you do.

Would it be too much trouble

If you did.

Just an only lonely child,

That's taking their time to.

Monday

 Broke boys club,

We all got the

Job centre sadness.

We all witnessed

Them move the goal post,

And never tell us the rules.

So welcome to, 

Job centre sadness, 

Forget dreams, 

They don't pay the rent. 

Just got to make it to payday, 

Just got to streach out

What we got. 

Make it do, 

Another appointment 

At the job centre, 

Feels like it could destroy you.

Last exit

 Got the blocked nose blues,

Born guilty.

Call the girls again, 

And tell them dail a drink is on their way.

And we'll keep the curtains shut.

Don't worry about Monday.

Anyone a phone charger?

Anyone care?

The best of a bad bunch..

Trying to keep the weekend going,

Abusing our serotonin,

Sharing in hope for a kiss.

In hope not to miss.

Fear of missing out,

And I can't resist.

The Last Dance

 One more hit,

Just to help me sleep.

Sunday dinner is going to need extra gravy.

I always think I need to stop,

Because I don't know when to stop.

And it's hard to sort myself out.

When the weekend comes and takes me out.

Tonight Mathew,

Well I'm my own worse nightmare.

Peaked too soon,

Let the dogs out.

Left myself with some awful doubts.

Swear on my hair,

The taxi is late.

From introvert to your best mate

In two liters of ciders time.

Then melter who would be best left behind.

So I wanna kill the clown in me.

But that can wait another week.

Blocked nose blues

 Got the block nose blues,

Trying to shake off the stress.

Trying to make the most of the weekend, 

two days off to be myself. 

Trying my best.

I don't mind being your left arm.

Though I can't shield you from harm.

Don't close your eyes,

Embrace,

Because if you feel the hurt,

Then you no longer 

have to worry about the pain.

The scars heal in time. 

And everything will be fine. 

 Another  blocked nose Monday, 

Another week wishing things were fine.

Numb yourself

 2 nil

Cheap thrills

Kebab sauce all over you.

Don't care,

Sing and swear.

Call up your girl,

But she is raging at you.

Long walk home,

Two steps forward one back,

Sure best craic.

Fall asleep, singing your favourite song,

Sleeping talking, half dressed.

And this is how we numb ourselves.

Monday

 Up all night

I got demons to fight.

Work all day,

Got bills to pay.

So quiet,

With so much to say.

If I sneezed,

Would you say "bless you".

And would you listen?

If I told you all the things I like about you.

Would you help me?

If I fell?

Be the words on my lips

When I can't speak?

Help me find my dancing feet?

Hobbies

 melancholy,

Sadness is my new hobbie.

I don't sleep so well,

Not that you'd care.

And I'm not keeping so well,

I wish that you'd care.

I wonder could I still make you laugh,

If you were here.

For The smaller the pieces

Of a broken heart,

The easier to give away and share.

Til given away to anyone,

For a broken promise

of loveless romance,

With no second chance.

No future plans.

At this point I'd be happy just to hold hands. 

Second chance at the cash Machine.

 Anyone partying?

Meet me by

The broken cash machine,

Were we can laugh

As we discuss

Our broken teenage wet dreams.

Fueled on memes and in jokes.

Alter ego rocker and more yokes.

Try to pass the batton,

But,

I still wanna go.

Come to the dark side,

And I can't say no.

Mondays everyday when you feel low.

Standing on a sinking ship,

While others dance,

You live once,

So make sure you get your second chance.

Nothing like a tear in the eye goodbye

I'd say it

If you'd hear it.

I'm Not like other men,

I can admit I need it.

I can't fight,

Heart broke too many times.

Too much I should of said.

But I left it long

The words lost their power.

It's easy to end,

In fear there is nothing to defend. 

I left in hope that you'd come 

And save me,

Just one last kiss,

One dance.

But sadly there is no second chance.

The fact of fiction!

 I'll leave you words

I could never say.

Never tell you of the feelings, 

That won't go away.

Never burden your soul

With the black.

Because once you let it out,

It is then fact.

The weight of ticking clocks

 Sick of this sadness,

Like a heavy weight.

And the sky might be cloudless,

But the dark has already set in.

I said too much,

It's hard to be sure.

But there was no answer

When I knocked at your door.

Retired too late

 Went a little bit too hard

Went a little bit too far,

I'm shadow boxing the wall

And I'm not sure

If I'll win

Leave the light on, just for a minute.

 A second hand invitation

With someone's else's God.

New year, same old

Brand new you.

Same story, ends right on que.

A well worn smile and eyes

So beautiful.

You wouldn't believe me

If I were to say too much,

And let it out of the bag.

You are a catch,

Got the spark to light

My darkest days.

You have to eat your dinner or no pudding

 Dead man's shoes

Job centre blues.

Just when you think

You're winning

They change the rules.

Fighting a class war

Til your soul is broke and hands sore.

I don't want to play no more,

I don't wanna feel flat no more.

I don't want to pay tax to be alive

No more.

Your life is a terrible thing to waste.

As the gap grows between

The rich and poor.

Two weeks in Turkey doesn't cut it no more.

Can't take time off sick

Statutory sick pay

Don't pay the rent.

To broke for fun,

To tired for friends.

Lest we have the memories

To keep us warm, 

Hopefully they won't fade

Like pictures in the sun.

Best craic ever 2000 and 1.

The first heartbreak of the summer

You first, The truth hurts.

The words scar and never heal 

 The nights stars Are half lit, Cut backs, 

 The light at the end of the tunnel dimmed. No matter the games rigged, 

 It's past your bedtime 

 Pass go and don't collect £200.

The heart break that keeps on giving

And here is what you could of won, A summer with out sun, A holiday alone, A day in the life with only maybes muttered under your breath. The simple stress a little too much, And just when you think you've got it right That you're the apple of her eye. Another goodbye, Just at the final applause,

Sail we must fail we may.

Rebel with out a reason, Child with out a care. But if you give me a reason I promise I'll be there...