where to begin, where were we before
i used to say some shit before, used to say some shit for sure
i used to say some "me, more", used to say it when i was me-less
i used to say some shit about shoes with my heels digging in
buried deep in shit eating chagrin
i used to say some shit about a stopped clock
as the time slipped right off my hands
i've been finding my grip
clutched at straws swallowing drip
i am the pipe i hit myself with
the hands of men guide my fists
judge, jury, swedgecutioner
you'll be alright if i dip
i was the hole i filled in
sand stone under the skin
ladybower wade in
come gale, come blustery day
let the wind blow out the pane
come blow it all the fuck away
kissed by a witch i got hexed!
a pox on this bitch circumflex
his accent through the ages beckons from the ledge
my palms clasped over my chest
praying to cum correct
there's a man on the overground
with a manic guffaw and i'm two carriages back
same train, same track
i was out the lash when the whip cracked
lost in snares, unprepared for the thumb tictac
we flag down the taxi to the next gaff
i'll never let myself forget
they had me out on a witch hunt when i found myself
