I stare at the lawn, it's Wednesday morning. It needs a cut but I leave it growing. All different sizes and all shades of green. Slashing it down just seems kind of mean.
I love you, I hate you, I'm on the fence, it all depends. Whether I'm up or down, I'm on the mend, transcending all reality. I like you, despise you, admire you.
I say dance, you say dance,. I say France, you say France,. You're from Adelaide, I'm from Hobart,. . I say Hugh, you say Grant,. I say pot, you say plant,.
You always get what you want. And you don't even try. Your friends hate it when its always going your way. But I'm glad that you've got luck on your side.
I got drunk and fell asleep atop the sheets but luckily i left the heater on.. And in my dreams i wrote the best song that i've ever written...can't remember how it goes..
Watermarks on the ceiling. I can see Jesus and he's frowning at me. I see a dead seal on the beach. The old man says he's already saved it three times this week.
Oliver Paul, twenty years old. Thick head of hair, worries he's going bald. Wakes up at quarter past nine. Fair evades his way down the 96 tram line. Breakfast on the run again, he's well aware.
You said we should look out further. I guess it wouldn't hurt us. We don't have to be around all these coffee shops. Now we got that percolator. Never made a latte greater.
Tell me when you're getting bored and I'll leave. I'm not the one who put the chain around your feet. I'm sorry for all of my insecurities, but they're just a part of me.
Jen insists that we buy organic vegetables. And I must admit that I was a little skeptical at first. A little pesticide can't hurt. Never having too much money, I get the cheap stuff at the supermarket.
I know that I let you down. You're not keen on what you found. When's the funeral?. Do you want me to come?. . I'm not what you're looking for. My house has an open door.
I sleep in late. Another day. Oh what a wonder. Oh what a waste.. It's a monday. It's so mundane. What exciting things. Will happen today?. The yard is full of hard rubbish it's a mess and.
I saw you in the lane next to me. You were doing freestyle, then you switched it around. To a little bit of backstroke. I couldn't see underneath. Your swimming cap, but it appeared that you had.
I lay awake at four, staring at the wall. Counting all the cracks backwards in my best French. Reminds me of a book I skim-read in a surgery. All about palmistry, I wonder what's in store for me.