'She Fucks The Pain In It's Arse'

Fucking the pain away,
With a bottle of vodka and a cigarette,
In my head it's painless but in yours it's tasteless,
I think it's tasteful,
I think it's cool,
I think it's rock,
I think you're bad 'cos you jumped out of school,
Yet you find yourself dancing and singing in your bathroom mirror,
With the lights turnt down so you think you look slimmer,
And you wake up in the morning with three empty bottles almost strategically placed round you with cigarette burns in your dress,
And to you that confirms to you that your life is almost certainly a mess.

Callum Turner

3.12.2008

'Snooping Forces'

Time trickles,
As days dribble,
There's smoke in the air,
One more puff,
Or two,
Here's one more puff,
Just for you,
Take it in,
Feel the sensation,
My Air Force Ones,
Of the next generation,
We're here for all,
We're about integration,
I'm white, I'm yellow,
I'm black, I'm blue,
So here it is,
One more puff,
Just for you.

Callum Robilliard Turner

* I wrote this on The Bullet Train in Japan on 30/11/2008