Polaroid pictures of youth Stretched across an empty room Holding on to what I miss I lost myself writing this The desperate youth tell themselves it isn’t forever But your tongue tastes bitter, and the stink is on your collar I gave up on life after giving up on help So I lie in a bed of scabs where I left myself
Let my soul sing Let my spirit fly I wonder what you’re thinking now?
Tell me who I was, I can’t accept what I’m becoming Survival was remembering, now survival is forgetting This face frightens me, this face frightens me My father was an irish gypsy traveller Cruel and kind in equal measures He used to say - “If man is meek, then meeker the man, often in which we punish, and sacrifice the lamb”
Oh, anxiety you cruel, cruel lover, you keep fucking me
Let my soul sing Let my spirit fly I wonder what you’re thinking now?
It hurts that I’m nothing more than a memory Go rot with filth, just like me, just like me
Let my soul sing Let my spirit fly I wonder what you’re thinking now?