so what's the point then?

Ping-pong against competitive old people
Lost as quickly as I could
Got out of there
Mission accomplished!

Read a book

Or write a shitty poem

Under a dim sunlight

Listening to cornflake girl

Shades on

Next to a pool

I feel a time and an age going by
While I sit under a dim sunlight
Thinking about a mistake I made

While I read a book

Or write a shitty poem

Two weeks after the trip what I do

listen to vampire blue

underneath the london clouds

out my window there is a wall

foundations are sloppy

It reminds

On top of a ladder as a painter decorator
I guess i was pretty low at the time

Digest the feelings onto this page........
Though it’s waste paper

la da-da-da-dee

all i've ever given
is all i've got
and all i've got
is not a whole lot
and if all you ever do
is do me wrong
well then just keep on
because im near done.

but if all i ever gave

was all you ever needed

know if you asked for more

you would have received it

and if all i ever do

is make you smile

know that making you smile

makes it all worthwhile

and if all i ever said

turns out to be wrong

well then just sing along

so i can stay strong

all i've ever given

is all i've got

and all i've got

is not a whole lot

and if all you ever do

is do me wrong

well then just keep on

because im near done.

Short skirt blues.

I've climbed the highest mountain

I've swum in every river 

but when i see you in that short skirt girl, 

I can't help but shiver  

I got the short skirt blues, oh lord 

I got the short skirt blues 

I see you in that short skirt girl

and there ain't nothin' that i can do  

I've slept a thousand nights

dreamin' of you by my side

only you in that short skirt girl

could make me satisfied

I got the short skirt blues, oh lord

I got the short skirt blues

i see you in that short skirt girl

and there ain't nothin i can do

I don't think you understand

no one can love you like i can

now come on you short skirt baby

let me be your man

I got the short skirt blues, oh lord

I got the short skirt blues

I got the short skirt blues

and there aint' nothin' I can do

girl it's so small and tight

makes a man feel just right

so come on short skirt honey

love me one more night

I got the short skirt blues, oh lord

I got the short skirt blues

I got the short skirt blues

and there aint' nothin' that I can do

You know that short skirt drives me crazy

makes my head spin, round and round

you know I'd love your short skirt

even more if it was on the ground.

I got the short skirt blues, oh lord

I got the short skirt blues

I got the short skirt blues

because there aint' nothin' that I can do

Lonesome road.

I used to be the man she was needing

'till she bit the hand from which she was feeding

now I'm being strong

I'm leaving

but it wont be long

because i've been walking along

this lonesome road too long

I was just a stranger

before i met her

another weary traveller

in a lonesome bar

drinking alone

too scared to go home

because home was just too far

Such cold nights

hurt the weakest the most

for there where no eyes

in the london sky

so if I didn't make it back

not even the stars

could watch me die

I would feel so hollow

and I'd wonder why, asking

"where did the man inside me go?"

Perhaps i left him in the ring

knocked cold from that killer blow

She used to look at me

like I was the only thing

She needed to see

now if they ever truly connect

all I'll get is boredom and dread

as if what i will say

could ruin what's left

and it's true

if i start talking

I don't know what will come out next

so we're trapped in a stalemate

bound together from fear

of loneliness

But I loved her and I gave her all i had to give

now i've got nothing else within

I'm withered and thin

weathered and old

to think i once stayed in

from the cold

For loving her is like

walking on the sun

you know i think it just

can't be done

from the sorrow i try to run

but I'm tethered to her

on a rope made of history

there is no doubt

she'll be the death of me

I will O.D. on misery.

I used to be the man she was needing

'till she bit the hand from which she was feeding

now the dream does pour

Like the whiskey I'm drinking

the glass feels good

within my haggard paws

to hold me again

I wish you would

to die my friend

I wish I could.