Perception

Your deadly voice and satiny laugh
I only love what I think you are.
You say you lie, you say you don't cheat
You know exactly what I think you are.
You've blown my mind with your chattery visions
You're a winner, at least, I think you are.
Your hugs, your drugs won't let me be
Got to go, you know exactly who you are.

Goody Two Shoes

He's so much trouble
Those rigid sorts
He'll kill you with
His pious thoughts

His crisp shirts
And his studious demeanour
You hate everything about
His spotless exterior

You want to destroy
His illustrious path
You want to laugh at him
And incur his wrath

But you don't know
What he does at night
Alone with his needles,
His knives and his plight

You don't know what the sleeves hide
You don't know what the poker face hides
You don't know what the textbook hides
You don't know what he openly hides

Whatever Works

She was friendly
He skulked in a day
She was a bitch
He stayed for a bit
And then walked away

She was earnest
He never noticed
She was a flake
He liked the games
And later, they were dissed.

She was attached
He said 'never'
She was detached
He came back
And was hooked forever.

Daisy's Dad

Let her go, she's just a child.
What did she do to deserve your bile?
Stop hitting her, you horrible man.
You're her guardian, not the bogeyman.

Let her go, she's one of our babies.
Her head is still filled with a million maybes.
Stop yelling at her, stop going crazy.
You're supposed to watch over our little Daisy.

Let her go, she's just turned five.
She's the only reason that I'm still alive.
Stop making her cry, stop eating her soul.
You make me ache with fear, I'll never be whole.

Let her go, or I'll kill you.
I'll take this knife and drive it through.
You're the worst thing that ever happened to me.
You're dead inside, you Devil's employee.

Formulae

A little bit of caffeine.
A lot more alcohol.
A tad bit of nicotine.
A lot of geraniol.

Now that's sex in a test-tube.

Our Plastic Romance

Cold winds.
Clammy hands.
Dark room.
Cheesy bands.

A new face.
A yummy entity.
Cuddles and fireplaces.
Non-sanctity.

Hard bound.
Let's dance.
Time to celebrate,
Our Plastic Romance.

Tissue Paper

You wiped your tears on her patient shirt
You drew strength from her gentle smile
And when you got what you came for
You ran so fast, five seconds a mile

She heard you rave and rant for hours
Spew bile and let all anger spill forth
She tried her best to help you let go
She made her heart and soul, your hearth

But when she needed you so near
So that she could stand strong again
You ate your sandwich and drank your beer
And said, 'Come on, you're faking that pain'.

And so she was alone in her misery
When all she needed from you was
Your patient shirt and your gentle smile
Your hand to hold, and not hers to pass.