Half-ass Bad-ass

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You’re not really a rebel, are you?

With your skull tattoos and lost soul vibe.

You sit on a bike that you can’t  ride

You smoke pot all the time so you can’t drive.

You walk with a swagger but have no sway

Your ridiculous stories give you away

Your ‘live in the moment’ constant retort

Although you really do nothing of the sort.

You like heavy-metal fine.. ok

You over insist that you’re not ‘gay’

You’re mean though

I’ll give you that.

Shut me out of life

Make me feel like a twat.

You’re a rebel without a reason

I committed no crime or treason.

I wanted you and that was all

Your worst crime was to pretend to fall

You’re full of crap and rather crass

You’re really not a good.. bad-ass.

(c) Slumpless

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One Night

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‘Just one night’ he said ‘And then no more’

It hasn’t happened but I feel like a whore.

‘Just one time.. she won’t find out.’

It hasn’t happened but he’s still a lout.

‘But no more contact, no more texts

This is not a relationship

Just merely sex’.

Does he know I’m human

That I have heart?

Was I not clear about it from the start?

I have feelings and if we shag

He’ll throw me away like a dirty rag.

I’ll want it to be special

I’ll want it to be more

But I’ll be left lying at the door.

So he really thinks I want a one night stand?

I’d rather use my own right hand.

(c) Slumpless

 

Buck Off

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I fastened my soul to you a long time ago

And I can’t quite seem to undo the latch

Though you toss and kick

I still sit tight

Waiting for the time to be right.

Your rolling nerves just under my skin

Tell me there’s nothing left within

Not for me not for what we were

Of that you’re really making sure.

So jump and shake. Bruise and buck

One of these days I’ll stop giving a f#%*$

(c) Slumpless

 

Fiddle Dee Dee

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Fiddle dee dee

I’m filled with glee

My pockets are full

My life is free

Fiddle dee doo

I don’t care about you

Your lack of life

Won’t give me any strife.

Fiddle and fun

My life is overrun

With all things good

No feeling of ‘should’

I was borne here by luck

And I know that may suck

But I’d rather bury my head in the sand

Than give you a hand.

(c)Slumpless

Be A Balloon

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Why can’t you just be cheery

This once?

When I’m feeling so damn down

Couldn’t you just pick me up?

Instead you tie lead weights to my ankles

And wait for me to drown.

You wait until I’m rock bottom

Then dredge the silt so I can fall further.

Why can’t  you be a balloon ?

(c) Slumpless

The Workings Of Me

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I felt the cutting in my blood

A little sharp tingling  and suddenly  more

My guts spilled out

All over the floor.

Sharing my innards with the world

Absurd. Absurd. Absurd.

The beautiful skin I’m in… is gone

Now all you can ever see

Are the grimy, slimy, workings of me.

This inexplicable desire to share

Makes me in-human

So please beware.

I will spill my guts on the floor

You’ll want less because I give more.

It doesn’t pour but it will always rain

When you show the world your inner pain.

(c) Slumpless

 

 

 

Grow Up

Don’t make our life together seem mundane

Just because your friends paint their walls black

And ours are eggshell blue.

Don’t make me feel like I’m a bore

Because your friends smoke weed all day

While I sit at a desk and type.

I could just as easily stop you know.

I could wear baggy trousers and braid my hair.

Pop pills for breakfast and acid for tea.

I blame the movies. That romantic hue

That colors everything they do.

Makes it seem dreamy, makes us seem dim

Dreary. Dreary. That’s how you see us now.

Go live your dreams then. Go open a brewery.

Wear a t-shirt with your favorite band.

Cartwheel in the sand.

Laugh at stupid jokes from stupid smokes

Frozen in time while I move on.

It’s not that you are wrong

But then neither am I.

There has to be credit given for changing before you die.

I don’t want my children to wonder while

I have a glaze in my eyes and a faraway smile.

So yes I’m sorry I may not be as fun

To me it’s more important to be mum.

(c) Slumpless