i can't breathe in this air,
stifling midsummer smell.
everything's always changing
for the worse,
this lover's curse,
and the good times are
always gold-tinted
sparkling behind you,
but you get that sick feeling
that nothing's really changed
and you're right back where you started
back there when you parted,
and the sky is bruised blue-black
just like your heart is,
and then i see you
crossing the road,
stepping off the pavement
without looking,
ignoring green cross code,
tempting fate
'cos you can't wait
to leave here,
this heartless hole,
your sweetheart
dropped you for a new thing,
fuck this
game that we're all losing,
shut this
pain out we're all feeling,
and walk out,
crossing the road in the hope that maybe
one day some blind old lady
driving far too fast will hit you,
your brain slow-motion sensing
bones crunching in two
screen you're smashing into
glass shards slashing through you
fading 'cos you want to.
and i am watching
you as you cross the road,
car too slowly stopping,
marvel at the silence, then
the day suddenly explodes
into this welter of light and blood and blissful deliverance..
