Live Through This

I cant think any more, and i cant be expected to. there’s something about the way time flies by, which makes me look back and bite my lip more and more. everytime the phone rings now, i expect more and more bad news. i cant actually write anymore. Is there nothing to stop it all coming in waves, and sparking fucking everything off, all at once, i cant even conjure up anything interesting to write

i have been listening to the same album over and over this week. .

All my friends are embryionic
All my friends are dead and gone
All my friends are microscopic
All my friends wake up alone

Girl germs eat your little virus
Revolution come and die
Will you lead us into virus
Sleep with me, wake up alive

Gutless
You’re gutless
You’re gutless
You’re gutless

You can try to suck me dry
But there’s nothing left to suck
Just you try to hold me down
Come on, try to shut me up

Step and fetch, grease my hips
I don’t even have to part
I don’t really miss God
But I sure miss Santa Clause

Gutless
You’re gutless
Gutless
Your untrust