EP LYRICS

CLOTHES, FRIENDS, PHOTOS

I know that I have got to let you go.
Because I feel like I’m Ted Hughes and you’re Sylvia, and I’m dragging you down.
Because I put on love songs, and you put on break-up songs.
And if I kiss someone new, will you just say “don’t worry.”

Maybe you’re just letting me go like a mother letting their baby fall asleep.
You know like when you understand that you’ve got to do something you do not want to do.
Like I know that I have got to let you go.

This means I’ll have to sell off all my clothes,
And find me some new friends that you don’t know,
Forget about the things that you had said,
And stop eating food the way it was prepared.
This means I’ll take some photos off my wall,
That is all, that is all, that is all.

But how can I really say how I feel when I’ve sworn not to say that I love you in song?
I need to find a better way of saying that we’ve been through whole wardrobe changes together,
Or maybe I’ll say our skin cells died and over five years we grew back as new people,
But I’ve sworn not to say that I love you in song.

HALF EMPTY

Create the atmosphere.
Burn a candle, light some incense,
Take a seat at my desk.

Put on some thinking music.
Like Casiotone For The Painfully Alone.

Why won’t the light shine in my head?

Why won’t the words fall from my brain?
Rush down my arm and out through the pen to paper anymore?

Why won’t the light shine in my head?

OH, NO

No, what have I done?
I don’t know.
I don’t know anymore.

THE SHADOWS

Relax my hands on the table.
Uncurl my fingers to reveal superficial indentations.
Crescent moon shapes mark the surface of my palms,
It’s twilight: your shadows lurking over again.

Try to hinder foolish pride
From shooting out my mouth like a gust of wind
And blowing out your light.
All I want is you to shine.

And I’ll wait here with you until sunrise.

I am blinded by your light,
Your dark shadows always lurking behind you.

And I’ll wait here with you until sunrise.

KNEES

This can’t just be a chemical,
From now any other pain is bearable,
And I feel as if I’m skidding like Somerset House skating.

Like when you need to puke,
And you’re feeling so weak,
You’re on the floor folded on your knees.

I mean:
You had me on my knees.

This can’t just be a chemical,
From now any other pain is bearable,
And I feel as if I’m skidding like Somerset House skating.

And maybe sending just one ‘X’
Is my new goodbye-for-life text,
And trying to think just what is next:

You’ve got me on the floor again.

All I can picture is held hands coming apart.

CRASH AND BURN

I want my memory back,
I’m tired of drinking it away.
I want fluidity.
I’m exhausted trying to write this story when I can’t see.

Some don’t mind waking up in strange places;
I like the feeling of my bed.
Every corner, dip, creak tells a story I’m familiar with,
And i find solace and comfort in that.

I want my memory back,
I’m tired of drinking it away.
I want fluidity.
I’m exhausted trying to write this story when I can’t see.

What you put in is what you get out.
The toxins in my body are poisoning my head.
Giving me false senses of security.
You’re not my bodyguard, and if I’m not careful you’ll make me crash and burn.

I want my memory back,
I’m tired of drinking it away.
I want fluidity.
I’m exhausted trying to write this story when I can’t see.

THE SUMMER HOUSE SONG

It’s 4am, and September.
And I feel like I’m five years of age,
As I sit here I anticipate.

I hope it’s not trite to say:
It makes me feel like it’s Christmas Eve.

It’s 8am, and September.
And I shouldn’t be, but I’m freezing,
But something is close to happening.

I hope it’s not trite to say:
It makes me feel like it’s Christmas Eve.