Morning lands like aeroplanes wrecked inside my bed.
Your favorite Teenage Fanclub song is knocking around my head.
In fits and starts remembering the things I should regret
but I don`t want to sanitize my thoughts just yet.
These lessons in anatomy
This adolescent crush
This sod-it-all mentality
Anyhow, anyway, everything is coming up a bust.
Afternoon`s an open end boredom lines the shelves.
I`ve got the time and half the time I`m not myselves.
Nightime falls and Tall Boy calls
Patience running out
Claws and flaws and don`t we all just muck about.
This funny, runny part of me is boiling in the crust
and it`s been spilling out of me.