Rejection Junkie
I must confess I like excess
When we meet up
And we undress
But what immensely
Turns me on
Is when you don’t
Pick up your phone
When I come round
And you’re not there
When you ignore me
And not care
It sounds absurd
But it’s so true
And that’s why I’m
Hung up on you
I am your rejection junkie
I’m your chained up little monkey
Posted: 1 year ago on September 2 2008
Off The Rack
I fell in love with this white leather jacket
The line at the till was too long I said “fuck it!”
As I put it on the anti-theft thing fell off
So, wearing the jacket, I wondered off
I fell in love with these white leather shoes
No money in my pocket I almost got the blues
I wore them, took my trainers off, put them in my bag
I feel so clever I cannot help but brag
I fell in love with this blue-eyed boy
Walking around town he was the perfect toy
I knew he had a girlfriend but he looked damn fine
Without a second thought I made him mine
Whatever life owes me I make sure I take back
Either on the street or off the rack
Whatever life owes me I make sure I take back
Either on the street or off the rack
I’m a self-indulgent, cheap-ass poet
I may lack the talent but I wouldn’t even know it
Posted: 1 year ago on September 2 2008
Posted: 1 year ago on September 2 2008
Posted: 1 year ago on September 2 2008







