LYRIC FOR SALE

By aReMTe

Kamikaze mission

Flying solo for so long
forgot what it meant to be wrong
forgot what its like to have a better half
who's always fcking right

Back then

My back drop was grey skies over rovrum
Now its a high rise, with
No way to disguise the monstrosity that I called
Home

They say

Home is what you make it
Age comes to us all
Arthur then comes to call, right is it
Realisation you wasted it all

Staring at the ceiling

Laid here with juice in both hands
Wide awake just listening
To the dutchess a floor below
With t’old john putting on a show

The weight of it all

like newton finding gravity
like tesla and his cock ups
like banksy on a brick wall
like shakespeare……

where for art thou you bitch
true love my arse
when its to be or not to be
it'll probably never be

Honesty

Its meant to ground you
Its meant to inspire you
But maybe it triggers you
Maybe it triggers you

Brutal honesty

like newton noticing gravity - you fell into my lap
like tesla and his cock ups - but you found it charming
like banksy on a brick wall - we built it up
like shakespeare said…..

We know what we are, but know not what we may be