Documented Minor Emotional Beakdown #1

Ooooh, ahhhh [x2] I restored your mother's faith in men whilst boring you to death Left nothing more than the circle of stubble rash around your chest My life was saved by a packet of nineteen cigarettes Carried in my left breast pocket for a closest friend A sleeping bag on the floor twists hips like buffalo horns They said, "that boy's too lazy", you were clearly forewarned A jealous ex silenced the room (Shhhhh) He said that you were a whore "Do you kiss your mummy's lips with that mouth?" Ooooh, ahhhh [x2] She imagined everything I said in falsetto The only way to justify my childish despair I spent my last six fifty in a public phone box (Graffited genitalia from the ceiling to the floor) Play reckless, rapid like a fruit machine I see gargoyles in the floral of the duvet cover You see melodrama move from one sentence to the other Many years practice of speaking in hushed tones