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...