I'll tell you the words if you sing along

 One night of bad advice,

Was one night enough?

Caught dancing to another song,

One you didn’t know.

But I tried to hum.

Lost in the crowd and the night 

The first burn of the rest of your life

 Who gives,

And who is it that chooses,

Why when we fight

Is it me that ends up with the bruises.

Doesn't seem fair,

To think you claiming love,

Will clear the air.

Its not like you're something spectacular.

Second hand,

Brand new, same old you.

Same song and it sounds worse

When you return.

Why didn't I learn from the first burn?

Sundays and Mondays.

 I've got the frozen pizza blues,

The weekend before payday.

The money doesn't stretch the same way,

Can't afford to go out,

Can't afford to put the heating on.

Extra pair of socks and no shoulder to cry on

Maybe repost? Dark night, late night talking shite

 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 my broken heart.

As if, the more broken

The less the worth it's worth. 

One night stands that never heal the hurt.

It takes work,

It takes time.

To heal this heart of mine. 

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

Just take your time.

It's okay to relapse sometimes.

And  another late night,

Kept awake by a busy mind.

Another reason to hide.

For the world seems so much darker tonight.

Excuse me, sorry, I'm just talking shite.

A little hurt

 What have I become,

My last honest friend, 

Everyone left and it's not the end. 

My mouth too quick and sharp

Too be sure,

Drank til I was confident 

And no longer cared. 

The memories cut a hole, 

A line temporarily repairs,

Then the morning comes 

And that hurt is worse. 

What have I become, 

My last honest friend. 

Trying to heal 

But the drugs never win. 

One more, a encore.

A little one to numb, 

Til I wake up and 

Can't out run what I've become. 

What way you getting on

 Two ciders to take the edge of reality.

The senses tested by the internets endless profanity,

100 and 1 ways to embarrass your family,

Confess and attention seek,

Instagram the new big brother but no one wins.

Half price sin,

But one get one free.

Jealous so go on give me 3!

No longer the search for the reason to be.

So another cider just to help me sleep.

5th year

 Mad for sadness.

Too many tears.

Nite time alone too many fears.

Too many years with the dust settle grey.

Too many times caught out in the rain.

Too many late nights,

Not enough hugs.

Too many days waiting for payday,

Too many reasons to run.

Too many nights, 

Too little sleep, 

To much aneixty, 

Too many problems the mind creates. 

The last of the summer wine.

 Killing yourself to live

To be another cliche. 

Your words danced once,

With beautiful colour,

Only to turn gray and ruin the best day.

And not a dry eye too soon,

As you'll tell anyone who will listen.

It may be many years,

But it still feels like yesterday she went missing

The last days of summer

every silver lining has a cloud.

And things you never put into words.And the words you never said. 

And the moments you forget as time fades them GreyL

ike pictures in the sun,

Or scratched cds.

Records with nothing left

From being over played 

One way out.

 Who's going to love me when your gone?

I was in love with the moon,

But the stars led me on.

And after the fun,

I knew I was I wrong.

After that the moon never shone,

As bright as it was did.

And I knew I got it wrong.

The easy path isn't always

The right one.

And it's easy to get lost

When you're having your fun.

Sometimes it's hard to admit,

But it's obvious when you wake alone.

A glass full of love

But with Noone to share,

Til you just start passing it around.

And everyone is quick to have a taste,

But Noone wants to share back.

The last to leave the party,

And definitely the best craic.

Down to my last half

 Watership down,

When you're friends no longer come round.

The booze goes down easy

When you aren't scared of getting stabbed in the back.

Forgot facts and focus on the good bits,

The he said she said and no one ends up

With the full story, 

So you start cheering out of loyalty,

For a friendship that never was.

It wasn't my fight but I fought just because.

Drunk fingers know no shame.

 Slippery when wet,

So walk with caution.

I'm the most sober

so let me do the talking.

The walk of shame

Never felt so free.

2 miles in and all eyes on me.

You've had your fun,

And your ears are ringing.

Fuk Sunday dinner,

Even with a liter of gravy

It's minging.

Dry as second hand old toast.

Tonight's insomnia,

I'll celebrate with old ghosts.

Shaking hands with every memory.

Sure what else would you do,

After hitting it hard

Regardless that  you

Know you're 44 and

Still half a mile from home. 

Live, laugh sell your time

 Every moment could be our last,

Every goodbye,

Every nod at the weird neighbor,

Who you don't really know.

To live is to be doomed.

As,

We can't as much as we try too Escape, everyone only has so long.

Time ticks but can never be returned.

Memories remembered,

Will never be there to relived 

You pay for a ticket and get your go.

And sadly that is all you get.

Morning sleepy head.

 The calm before the storm,

Not being able to sleep is the norm.

Mind too quick and ready to self harm.

Eyes closed tight fighting the insomnia

And not wanting to see light

That means it is the morn.

Daylights coming, 

And no matter how tight my eyes will be close

It can't change that.

No amount of wishing or cursing,

No overthinking,

It will still be here soon,

With the birds singing,

Another day,

So may as well open those eyes

And see it in.

She's turned the wee'us against us

 My dog sighs

My dark days, 

My temptress

My moment of bliss.

When the beat hits.

When we close the curtains

On Sunday.

And then when we are swopping sims, 

As we ran out of battery.

Like a lottery,

No one wants to admit its Sunday.

Who's phoning in sick on Monday?

The night before.

 Spice up your panic attack

With maracas

And the need to need

Someone who needs you,

As sure as the sky is blue.

The weekend ends too soon,

Sunday roast with extra gravy,

And a extra long chew.

For Monday loams,

And you can still feel the baseline

From the night before.

Ears ringing and every other reply is

'sorry, what did you say?'

Still kinda half way between now

And the night before.

One more

 One more people,

they are the people I wanna share life with.

Be it one more choon, line, drink or just one more time we share a smile

One more is a special thing shared with the closet friend to the random you just met.

One more, where's the party at?

This Will be on my gravestone

Every face

 The front left becomes a horror of untold. Every face smiles, 

but they are smiles 

Of day light robberies and hurt and pain. The space you obtain becomes small

 till you can't breath 

and the witches crackle with ease.

No one said.

 Took a line cause I'm missing you,

The meds make it hard to cry.

Lost as to who to share things with.

While two lines makes me shed a silent tear,

It hits the dust that I couldn't sniff first go.

Wish this sniff helped me forget 

But I still see yous 

My favorite ghosts.

Still want to share those old songs

When I find them, 

But it's only me listening, 

As the coke runs out. 

Fall

 The sting of the cut

The shock of the fall.

The bad feeling and shock 

as you start to fall with no way to stop. 

Like Late nights, face lit by the phone.

Laying in your bed,

A long way from home.

Fabulous evening

 The last line of regret,

Did anyone see

where I left my self respect?

Over sharing is caring,

And I cared myself into a frenzy.

The kitchen, a hide away,

A holiday,

We all get a go here,

But I'll go first.

Like a well rehearsed fool,

The words spill

And there is nothing to lose,

Every secret hid gets their moment.

More then I could tell

Any councilor,

Barber, or even taxi man.

I even told how upset I was

Not to get a Mr frosty

At Christmas that time.

Happiest time to be

 Nothing less then everything,

Anything to fill this hole in the soul.

And wait, there's more.

The darkness of the void,

Two left feet, paired with two right hands.

I could be your right hand man.

I could be.

But sadly at this moment,

I'm feeling a little less then me.

And as always, 

Over the top and too much. 

But there is more to this clown, 

It's just the make up that puts you off. 

Last shy

 Shy and tired

The dog needs walked.

Long summer days

And the hope it's the last

Of the winters dark.

The birds get bold and loud,

Drinks better chilled.

The battlefield of a dance floor

A distant memory of late night thrills.

Replaced with the worry of paying bills

It wasn't me.

 It's the small crimes,

Blood stains lit by the TV,

The chances never took,

And they hurt with everytime you think of those memories. 

The doctors waiting room,

The fear of how you will be preceived.

The truth too unsettling,

So stick to pg.

Just to undo,

And to pretend

And claim that isn't me.

The small crimes,

Masked with a smile.

It's been a long time

Since you were able to cry.

And the pills you take,

They dose up when you

Feel they no longer work,

300mg don't work,

Well try 330.

Its whole world,

As I sit and try to focus on the TV.

So much out there,

Sure see how I feel after

A nap or three.

Cause living isn't easy.

So trying to numb the unnecessary.

The small crimes,

As you think what you could of been.

Blue

Drunk On a Tuesday night.

Nothing going right,

Still lost in battle,

And every other fight.

Was Years ago and new foes,

Old news, old shoes,

Just to wake like a rabbit

In your headlights.

And everyday has Monday blues. 

Do it

 Do it for Bailey, make the most of his life and make it as great as you can. Instead of laying in bed unable to move. You only have a short time together, and you already feel regret. So keep trying, day by day. He loves you so much as you love him.

Do it for yourself, no matter how dark today was, tomorrow is another chance and new start. You have came to far to just lay down and let yourself sink. Overcame so much that would of destroyed others. You wounds hurt, but to heal you must first bleed. Til they are but scars. 

Think about the bigger picture, not just rush in head strong with excitement. There is so much more to life then living in a moment of madness. Life is a series of moments, days and so on. Every new one is a new chapter and chance. Life no matter what goes on, and so should you. 

Ruta and sadness are parts of life, but they don't make up all of it. But it is you that has to get up, to move forward. 

Even as tired as you are, that also isn't forever. 

One more like the last

 Just one more line,

Like the last  two, Maybe three, 

And that one were you said

"That is definitely enough for me."

Barking up the wrong tree, 

Unable to relax, 

Just breath. 

Everything has to be done, 

As the to do list grows. 

So maybe sniffing lines in the kitchen, 

Putting off all of the things 

Fuk the list, 

Pretending it's all right. 

But a sleepiness night is coming, 

And no dreams, 

 Just Buzzing in your head. 

As you mutter or did you even say it out loud? 

One more, sure I'll never sleep now. 

Beat, defeated and headache 

Matched  with a sore heart. 

The fast beat is out of rythem, 

That last one wasn't so smart. 

And you're eyes are closed tight, 

As you feel it's going to be a restless night. 

Trying to at lest pretend you are sleeping, 

In the hope it might kick in, 

Knowing full well

Mornings coming quick. 

Looking at the time, 

Just to add and subtract, 

To see how many hours 

You could get off sleep 

if it really happen quick. 

But only to hear the alarm. 

Knowing you've fuked up again. 

Better to lose then to not participate

 Things I never got to confess.

Held too tight to my chest.

The texts that got deleted,

And the calls that near got made.

Everyone is the same.

All sometimes scared

Sometimes the fear

And weight of rejection,

Far out weights what could.

Looking inward and lost in my thoughts.

Just push the button,

But I couldn't find the balls.

That leads to sleepless nights,

Thinking of what could of been.

Drink and self medicat,

Just to try to push it away,

In the hope that

Tomorrow is a new day.

Not perfect, maybe a repost?

 He who loves the most, regrets the most.

As I imagine other lifetimes

when things worked out a little better,

and I wasn't so wet behind the ears.

And your tears weren't so salty,

And I said what it was that you needed to hear.

And it's okay if its not perfect.

Alright to sometimes colour outside the lines

And it's hard not to fight it.

But it won't work if I'm scared all the time.

I'm just sad that in this universe

It didn't work out this time.

Born Sinner

 Drink til it makes sense,

Or maybe to forget what it was,

Cause no one will love you

When you're honest,

As no one has the time to deal with the depressed,

The mind works in mysterious ways.

But the dark embraces you like an old friend.

And I'm too tired to fight it again. 

Just the same old sad song, 

The same day on repeat, 

The bottle of gin goes too quick. 

The dog needs walked, 

And a 100 other things. 

While my mind overthinks everything. 

As the gin kicks in.

I just hope this gin can wash away my sin.

Maybe a repost?

 Make the most of every moment

They grow to quick,

Last call at the hug and pint

As my nose drips.

Excitement as the taxi is pretty quick. 

Try to get the back seat,

As talking I don't want to be the one

Asking the driver are they  busy

Or long into his shift. 

Finally get where we plan to b, 

The party is in full swing.

Grabbed by the hand

And jump in with both feet. ,

Its okay, I have a warm embrace. 

So we spend the nite 

Talking shite,

As we knew would be part of the plan

Then on to puttinf the world to right

Taking up resident in the kitchen,

Which was

Amazing to say the lest

Til the sun comes up

remind us it's time to leave.

Extra gravy

 Vicks, sweaty hugs and firm handshakes.

Your jaw break dancing til it aches.

Hands in the air when the piano breaks.

There is no religion, race

Or the other things used to separate us

When we are on the dance floor,

Everyone yeeeoooos the same,

Everyone there to escape the Grey clouds,

The 9 to 5 and half hour lunch break.

Your soon to be favorite song plays,

As you dance with your squad,

Your chosen family.

A life time of memories,

As the next song comes in.

And you can't help share everything.

Not even thinking about

 how much gravy you'll need

To make it through Sunday lunch/dinner,

Because tonight you're onto a winner.

Just one last ons

 I wish it was your river,

Even your shore.

But I've been 

Pulled by the current

As my tears and fears

Fill the nothing in between.

Miss understandings

And unhappy endings.

Overwhelming,

So what's the use of talking?

Two left feet for dancing

 Make the most of every moment

They grow to quick,

Last call at the hug and pint

As my nose drips.

Excitement as the taxi is pretty quick. 

Try to get the back seat,

As talking I don't want to be the one

Asking the driver are they  busy

Or long into his shift. 

Finally get where we plan to b, 

The party is in full swing.

Grabbed by the hand

And jump in with both feet. ,

Its okay I have a warm embrace. 

And long nite putting the world

To right in the kitchen was

Amazing to say the lest

The day today

 Credit checks,

Kids with no respect,

Everything changes,

Apartments now

where a friends

House used to be.

Prices go up, people's mood goes down,

Mental health issues that tablets can't heal.

Jobs that slowly kill you,

A boss that makes no secret he hates you.

No qualifications, gcses

But a degree in Idiocracy

Sink or swim

Everyday now days is basically sink or swim. It is up to you to keep your head above the water. Which can be hard as sadness is like quick sand. It can be like a warm blanket. So you just get deeper. Sad songs, awful thoughts and you let it continue. It is all you know.

Sink or swim, you can do it. Everybody has a chance to win. Just believe and swim.

Sorry, what is your name again?

 Half yokes,

Sweaty handshakes and hugs,

New best friends,

Sorry.

What's your name again?

Dancing til the lights come on,

And all together

Everyone chants

Demanding

Begging

Not wanting to leave

And wishing the night was Neverending.

One more choon!

Break the rules,

Rebel with out a pause.

One more choon to heal us all.

Melter

 The great pretender,

Craic ender.

The random at the party

Who didn't mean to offend ya.

The bad apple,

Lead you astray,

To see things a totally differen t way.

You couldn't guess.

 Vicks and smicks,

Cross community projects.

The best mustash in 3rd year,

Raised in a civil war,

But I couldn't tell the difference.

We both shout yeeeoooo the same.

Both wanting one more choon.

Maybe the dup got it wrong?

Maybe Sinn Féin isn't for the people.

Maybe the dance floor,

We all shout one more.

We all don't want the weekend to end.

To go back to polictical division again.

Fuk it I don't care where you keep the toaster,

Your my ne w best friend.

Anti d

 Roses can be yellow,

And violets are blue,

Are you getting a hit?

Do the meds do much for you?

Is it just Another dark day,

The sun hid away. 

 I'm sure there is definitely blue skies

Just got to hold on,

They are on their way

Just another week or two

Just around the corner,

Leave the big coat in the cubby hole.

And exchange it for something lighter..

Yellow rose

 Up all night got demons to fight.

And try as I might another line won't make it right.

Standing looking at the wall,

Phone in hand with no one to call,

You got pick yourself up when you fall.

All those one night stands,

Failed romance,

Missed chances,

Unsolved hints,

Drunk kisses

And near misses.

The fear

and the not quite good enough

Or up to her expectations.

So late night

Shadow boxing my demons.