a song i just wrote and i'm working on,

the owners away, we got the house for a day and you still havent even come round,
i've been feeling awake, but all my bones ache, from sleeping so long in the ground.
and the children they play, at the neighbouring gate, they swing from the gaps in the trees,
the faces they make, make me smile in a way and sometimes i think its all that i need.

this front door wont lock and i'm worried, i'm lost it's not easy to feel at home,
when your clothes in the bathroom lay aside every afternoon and swallow yourself with the cold.
holding your breath as you think, start to fill up the sink, you count all you have on your hands,
the things that you love; somehow just arnt enough to balance the scales in your brain

so the garbage goes out and you cover your mouth, people talk till their black in the tooth,
they just cover their trash, turn their dreams into ash and never concern themselves with the truth.
the people chase stations, send text messages and victims never really wear loose shoes,
because when it comes to the chase, white powdered by face, the advantage of escape is secure.

your partners dont listen, always touching and kissing with people you don't want to know,
no trust and new issues, no reason to argue because your point can never be shown.
so you start swallowin pills, drinking till you get ill and the pictures all start to blur,
you play cards with the law, tell your teacher their faults and pretend you dont ever feel hurt.

well now you do.

I'm going to try use this more,

for my own sake, as much as yours.