I’ve Always Been The Onlooker

See Througher

Teller

Deal with the anger, laughter

If its not to change

Why should I

Or is it to be the other way round

Impossible

Ive looked there

Theres no one I know

How to act

Who to play

What should happen when I twirl this then that way

Where would I go when he tells me to stay

Stay?

Thats never been written published or obeyed

Theres just no evidence it should work out in that way

When would I shake hands in the air blow kisses dance away

To whom would I bid so many adieu

Wrap in my web feast on feed pet let gather dew

Outside in the cold

Piss where its cool

This place hasnt a room for anyone new

Ill smile n wink if yer lucky coffee you too

Then off you go

Ive this story to keep straight replay refresh protect renew

If I do not veer

Challenge the through line

In the end

there’s a whole Betty

“Here’s to five miserable months on the wagon, and all the irreparable harm it has caused me.”

Mainlining

The Stilling+