'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