A Psychic Wound

Wake me up from drooling on my shoulder

To watch the Teignmouth waves go rolling by the window

Is it a glorious view unless you say so?

Unto the belly of a beast where we can lay low

I can see his rotten toothbrush in the bathroom mirror selfie

They say put him down, a sickly dog, but competition's healthy

Coffee rings, a perfect circle, I appreciate the beauty

Do you still have that one tattoo?

That's how it works, of course you do

It's a psychic wound you can't conceal

Closing, opening, never heals

It's a cosmic cheque you never cashed

Curse the Universe for what you lack

I try to forget it, it comes back to me

Tied to the pulse of the sea

Broke down blubbing at the pharmacy, begging the doc to dispense to me

It once was ours but now it's mine, these things get better over time

Love life living as a stalking horse, guinea-pig-headed I'm a martyr of course

If you're not the one that's leaving, you're the one that's left behind

You can buy your hopes and dreams now, at the affiliate link

Selling back the solidarity they got given as a gift

They're calling themselves artists, while they're lapping up the paint they've spilt

Exist with Jester's privilege, secular girls with Catholic guilt