Bars In My Head

It’s a game
It’s the time of year, we play
Oh, what a shame
Still single, can’t mingle the same way
No more no
Clutching for fame
I’m a member of the bars in my head anyway
But oh, what a shame
“I’m done with you and I haven’t cried today”
No
For me, nothing is up and nothing is down
For you, I always played the clown
But you, you always seemed to put me down
So I take it down
Just like my sisters
I move around
New soho is the home I’ve found
Somehow
No shadows to talk about
No girls to sing about
Is it bad?
Is this the happy some people sing about?
I’m alone
But I’m not lonely
You can scream
You can shout
You can squint
You can pout
Just to get your way with me
Just to have something to talk about, no doubt
But something has changed in me
I’m writing without you now
I’m writing without anyone to write about

Rat

No longer a flame
You are now my ghost
Your candle isn’t lit
There’s no line of best fit
So you spent all your money
And that’s why you should never have had it
Now the cards you were dealt weren’t great, but not everyone is Brad Pitt
I say this, but I’m the same
Different pitch, but the same ball-game
So here I sit
Wondering why I never, why she never came
I let her know it was all okay
But she lied anyway
Guess I still want her but I know that’s just me
And I know she wouldn’t want me even if I was who she wanted me to be
And I know I wouldn’t want her if her love was cost-free
So I’m alone
But I like that
Means I can wait for another one who is better than that
Beautiful but selfish, the brain of a shellfish, the arrogance of a cat
So yeah
I hate it, but I’d still go there
I hate it, that I’d still ‘bang that’
And even if you were a vegan; you’ll always be a twat
And I stand by that
I guess
Sometimes a spade is just a spade
And a rat is just a rat

Love to love her

Old flavours die hard
Her love may be different
But her hate will be the same
I’ll taste the same taste
Yeah, I could give up
But giving up would be a waste
Is her vanity a real currency?
If she can’t stomach the look of her own face?
I don’t know who I am
So how could she love me?
No matter her time, no matter her place
Wealthy or poor, I’ll ask her for more
Then I’ll forget myself, without a trace
And her face will take the place of my own face
And this is where I’m swallowed by my own embrace
So then I try to love her but I lose interest
I lose interest because love is a long walk with somebody else
But I run alone, like it’s a race
I run alone, until I lose the trail
Yeah, I would love to love her
But if I tried, I know I’d fail
Yeah, I would love to love her
But in chasing somebody else
I know in reality
I’m chasing my own tail