if life was a game
I’d play my cards with precision
instead I often lay my hand
webbed by obscure tangents

I have known room 101
black holes sucking in the Sun
cess-pit oceans without shore
devils stalking creaking floors

some folk will love you
some will detest you
plenty just won’t give a damn
as you ride on the tides

My life has been captured by soul’s Purgat’ry
Confused by the debris that’s strewn in her sea
The Future just mocks me, the Present’s despair
My Past’s webbed, deluded, my mind sags with care

I find no rest in my external world
no surf among its rip-tides
or graces in supposed holy places

they could have told the People
just so that they’d know
today there’s gonna be a bomb
outside your bloody door

tried digging a hole in the ocean
so done with the game in the pond
tried building a tower of Babel
tried waving a magical wand

met this girl with crystal eyes
said underneath her shirt
she’d found a precious ruby
in the chaos and the dirt

hey you
I’ve seen your face before
and seen it walk away
a thousand times before

chemical days cast their clouds
holding on with smokes alone
searching company for a bone
best friend bed