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i disagree with myself more than anyone else.
i've thrown away
the only three
good women
who were ever interested in me
that i'll probably ever meet
without even realising anything at the time.
that's how clueless & naive
that i probably really am.
now i collect keys obsessively to doors that don't open
mine is warped woodgrain,
once graffitied in coloured pencil.
the C64 style suspense of waiting for a cassette that may never load
OR
the irony implicit in any given situation or a satirical abuse vignette
OR
the anniversary of the worst mistake that we've both ever made in our lives.
the one thing i would take back
is the video of you dancing down country roads holding a cheap synthesiser
beatboxing along to its demo of greensleeves as passing cars honked
in most abject confusion.
the woods nearby the location:
for burning of old posters of bands i'm embarassed to admit i ever liked
like limp bizkit
and bands i never actually liked
like the mighty mighty bosstones
who we once threw woodchip at during massive outdoor event
not properly prepared for in the slightest
by tube station
fools.
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