i must watch out for beginnings of doubt creeping in and fucking up, hiding out behind the clouds, trying not to rain so loud, little round white pick-me-ups that stop me crashing out so soon and the revolutions of my room spinning anti-clockwise 'til my pain is slowly aspirin-killed along with all the other way, all the good parts of my day and what i know i'll always stay, separated by my head's breadth that's all this love and all this death, burdened with my empty words which stop me seeing what is true and soften with a song or two the impact of that conscious doubt for which i know i must watch out
