The Kids Don’t Know What The Fuck Love Is

What is this bottomless source of inspiration they call love?
Will it give me a reason to step out of the door in the morning
What is this immortal and uncontrollable desire they call love?
Will it make me finally clear the dust in these arteries?
What is this mythical force they call love?
Will it’s claw reach out and slap the knife from my throat?
What is this all knowing, all seeing entity they call love?
Will it stroke my hair and stop the late night sobbing?

They tell us not to worry, they tell us it’s not everything
Then they tell us to fucking consume by every square inch
Self-indulgent scriptures of bloated romantics
Acting like it’s as natural as wearing the shirt on your frame
And if you dare turn up to the social gathers on your own
Then you’re the outsider, the kid that got picked last in P.E
Arm in arms they give you the most detestable looks
Forcing you back like a laser beam back to the dungeon where you belong

Disingenuous sonnets shoved down my fucking ears every day
From deflated personalities, who have beam devoid of it long ago
Trying their hardest to recall a time a fallacy could serve as the fuse
I’d give anything to feel something so powerful
That’d it’ll reduce me to such a pathetic snivelling wreck
But I’d be thankful, because I was eroding on the floor with another

Would I stop feeling so lazy, if someone else was there egging me on?
Get your arse out of that chair you’ve got to keep my interest
Would I stop feeling so hollow, if someone else was there to make me react?
Unfasten my bra and I’ll bring this poor lost soul back to life
Would I stop feeling like I want to die, if someone else was there to stop me?
Oh honey you’re a god, you’re an Adonis, you’re anything you want me to say
Would I stop feeling like their’s no point, if someone else was there to give me context?
I’ll rip you open from your insides and give you subtext

You sit there from a top a makeshift stepladder and bark orders at me
To make a rough estimate for every aspect of my life from here on out
But when I can’t even begin to grasp this simple and yet universal concept
How could I even be sure of 1% of what could reach out and trip me up
Student loans, Career prospects, Mortgage, Kids college funds and Pensions
I can’t even get her to hold my hand before she leaves on the 61
Oh god what’s the point of trying, I’m lagging behind the crowd by 2 years
And now suddenly 80 years till my grave feels like it’s tomorrow

As preformed by Domestic

– Lnc0

Mutual Whatever

Kisses seal my letter of appreciation,
the timeless touch of blushing pilgrims,
passed down through the ages. Four full kisses you leant me,
after months of me trying to steal them.
I’ll try and hold onto this day
for as long as your kisses allow me to.

I’m sorry but the kiss jumped out of me,
trying to find a brief connection or a foothold for these feelings;
it wasn’t an admittance but a substitution.
My loneliness was an orbital pull and you were unlucky in your proximity.
Don’t get me wrong, the gloss on your lips is honey, not vinegar,
but I’m not a fly.

Does a kiss mean nothing at all to you?
With her they were exchanges of dying embers,
with you, like trying to ignite wet, weeping wood.
Typical of you to provide lackluster ignition,
and then blame the fuel.
Atypical of you to get so hung up on what is just
the meeting of flesh upon flesh and tongue upon cheek.

Goosebumps stood raised on my arm,
ready to tell what you were too blind to see;
my flesh was fuelled by the fantasies of what we could be.
Desperate indulgences feel real
when we’re only speaking with our lips.

Can’t you just give my kisses back to me?
Fill those blank spaces in your memory,
cover my indiscretions with shared moments of a platonic nature.
I’m not ready for one action to define our relationship, my dear,
don’t throw us away on a kiss

As preformed by Domestic

– Francesniff

I’m Content

Oh I’m feeling so bloody content
Oh I’m feeling so bloody content
All my riches snug in one arm
Another lover nestled in the other
Feeding of the spoils
Of a nice hard days work
I’m so content
I’m so content

Happy, Smiley, Bubble, Gummy
Their’s no reason to feel like anything else

Keep your chin up
A stiff upper lip
You’ve got your future ahead of you
Choices spread out like a buffet
You can climb to the platinum towers
Make your babysitters so proud
But instead your so content
But you got to stay content

Cheery, Happy, Lubby, Dubby
Their’s no reason not to feel so very happy

But can’t you see past your own sloth?
My motions are bleeding from the heart
My language translates to cries of agony
I have no will to stick around in reality
I can hardly keep my eyes awake
I’m gulping and gasping for air
Their’s no reason to feel so content
No fucking reason to be content

But their’s no need to worry
Because I’m so content
No need to hide me from the neighbours
No reason to leave me out of the xmas letter
Don’t fret mummy every things fine
Don’t roll your eyes anymore daddy
Can’t you see I’m smiling?
Can’t you see I’m so content?

Blubbly, Subby, Druddly, Mahonegy
Anything not to be called ungrateful again

There’s nothing to conduct the flood
No their won’t be no quiet mutilation this time
I can’t carry out a single motion
I can’t articulate a single word
Bouncing your suggestions and terms
Back to the realm of spite that created them
No need to hang around this realm
When their’s no way to be content

Preformed by Domestic

– Lnc0