Tag: friends

Adventures Of The Friendzone

You may adore me, but I feel like going psycho
So do you mind if I just put you in the friendzone?
The comfort of romance and the thrill of affection has it perks
But sometimes a guy just wants to show someone the cheat sheet
Friends don’t care how I’m doing, Family doesn’t care how I’m doing
You probably don’t care how I’m doing, but I wanna play pretend
So in the friendzone you go, cos I want go psycho
I’m Sally, you’re the brick wall, just want tell you it all
You want get intimate, I want tell you that’s it all gone to shit
Into my DM’s you wanna sliiiide, I wanna joke about suicide
I’d love to love you, but I don’t get to choose when I go pyscho
So soz to say, but until your grave, you’re in the friendzone

Sebastian Noël

Split [W.I.P]

I don’t wanna split, don’t wanna split
But everyone’s content with lying
The taste of Superman courses through the glands
But it’s more then a tap of the snooze button
Oh it’s more then a case of being present
And it takes a lot more time then you got to spare
And we mustn’t hate those who spit out the food
After biting of more then they knew they were chewing
Cos any hand outstretched, no matter how weak the grip
Was always put there with the purest of intentions

And even when you work your arse to the bone
Sometimes you just run out of the stuff
Time, Soul, Care or even Heart
We should only give what we can spare
Cos our throne’s are waiting at the summit
And we ain’t got very long to make the hike up there
People you see they just don’t wanna follow you
You hand them the water and it tastes like sewage
Only then do you stop to see the state of your arms
Covered in bruises and scratches
We all want to be the hero if it’s in our sights
But sometimes it kills you, and they just gotta wait

So I tell you again I really don’t wanna split
Even though you felt the need to lie
I really can’t stand to split again
Even though all you do is fucking lie
I don’t want to hurt anyone again
And it hurts to accept your help
As much as it hurts you to give to me
I guess I gotta stay patient

Lnc0

It’s Hard To Watch People Squirm

Slumped with your pelvis pointing to the heavens
On a forgotten park bench underneath an oaks slouch
Caressed by the fog on a humid spring afternoon
I spot a familiar wince to trigger the mist in your eyes

There isn’t a grimoire in the land that could scratch the surface
Of the inner workings of the roulette wheel in your head
The one that decides how your going to see the world today
The one that despite all the drugs, steals control from your hands

Oh but I know that dice roll all to well
I was born with the same game of chance in my cortex
All I ever wanted was to let you know someone understands
I just wanted you walk the streets with a smile again

It was never an intention to be a pylon in your path
I just hoped maybe It’d steer you away from any more aches
But you just plough through me at top gear, as if I wasn’t there
Just to make your way to the next pothole to fall down

Oh how it ties my gut into a Shroud knot
When I see you shriek in pain from your pedestal
It’s an impulse to feel a twinge of guilt
Maybe I could’ve taken the bullet you aimed at your head?

What do I have to do to get your attention?
What do I have to do to not receive the palm of your hand?
I can’t be your distributor of impulses on the side
Is that all I could be for you to listen to me?

I never ment to make you cry
To make you lose your mind under the street lights
I just wanted to see these things though
I didn’t want leave you alone without knowing I tried

*Written For National Poetry Month – 16/30*

Summer (Set)

The worse thing imaginable has come to pass
The sun as it seems has started to fall
And with it comes a sudden chill down my spine
That can only signify the nights arrival
And with it descends the frightening reality
That you’ll be spending another night alone

Hey what’s the rush man? You don’t have work tomorrow
Come on we have so much more to discuss!
Music to compare and dissect
Scenesters to breakdown and rip
Outings to theorize and plan
What could possibly be waiting for you at home?
Come on just one more hour

Oi! Kill the motor guys, what’s the matter with you?
There are much more antics to be had!
Remember the times in the year ‘08?
Grabbing the attention of the 1% through their bells
Then promptly removing the traces that we were ever there?
You couldn’t have any of that back home with your misses!
One more bottle, just one more please
I’m begging you

But now the heard have gone back to the stable
For me? Nah, There’s so much to do!
Think about the life slipping through my fingers
Think all about the landmark moments that are dead and gone
Think about what’s the fucking point anymore?
Only misery and mutilation wait for me back home
But they’ve gone home to fuck their girls
So I have no choice…

Ally IV

If we were ever to cross paths again
I’d imagine it to be in a rusty old post office
You with your man, picking out cards
For his friends, sisters 2nd born’s birthday
We’d cross eyes once then again to double check
Time heals all wounds, and we wouldn’t even think about it
You’d tell me about your life and your new job
I’d tell you about my masters degree
We’d joke about how we used to wag P.E
Sitting underneeth the oak tree

I wanted to run into you again but not like this
Just shy of a minuite to midnight
It’s just about as cold as the stare you give the pavement
Seeing you slumped down outside of the bull
Tear stains on your favorite hoodie
The one I told you not even a mother could love you in
Hey don’t worry about all that stuff before yeah?
Just talk to me okay hun? What’s the matter?

Then you lifted your head and stared into my eyes
With those dead retinas, drenched with a scarlet tint
Babel has fallen, Yggdrasil has mossed over
What could’ve done this to you babe?

A shuffle in my arms later to the end of the bar
Just two shots of jager to bring your vocals chords back
Well why change a method that’s tested and true
There’s no need to go into detail at all
This isn’t the first wound you’ve suffered nor will it be the last
But none before have taken the wind out from your sails
I double take some of the testimonials that come from your mouth
The once great madam reduced to telling me she’s worth no more,
Then the soggy coasters our coping mechanisms currently rest on
I clench my fists and tell you to shut your mouth
Sitting their with your defeatist look, This isn’t you! 

Then you lifted your head and stared into my eyes
With those dead retinas, drenched with a scarlet tint
Oylimpus has dissolved, Niravana’s been destroyed
What could’ve done this to you babe?

Whatever it is, it doesn’t matter
Just talk to me, please talk to me
Whatever i’ve said, I never ment it
Just sit down, please sit down
Whatever you want to talk about, or even if you don’t
Just come back to mine, Please just come back
Just don’t do anything rash, I beg you please don’t

If not for yourself, then for me, please

Ally III

Oh man if only you could should see her now
With that smug ass look painted onto her face
Complete with her new limited edition man in tow
Oh wow how she fucking loves it

But if you could just spare one thought
In that tight schedule of yours
For all the late nights
And all the things I’ve done for you

Now don’t get me wrong, I never in a million years
Want to see you alone, being made to suffer
As you watch the gaggle of ladies during feeding time;
Mistreat their carers like unwanted dogs in a kennel

But I’ve seen these things happen so many times before
These boys that can’t handle the constant requests
They tell you they want a girlfriend not a service user
Then they leave you to wilt as they jump into their cruiser

I’m not trying to rationalize jealousy
At least i’m sure of that this time
I just don’t want to see you suffer
We’re all just worried about you bubba!

Well then! Fuck you, you little flid-y slut
I wish for you, to truly suffer!

Ally II

It’s a shame they have to close bars at night
And let the good people go home and have a sleep
I could stay up all night giggling the national anthem
While you let me know for the fifty millionth time
That we are friends at some point and still are

I imagine they’d ask us on question time without a heartbeat
If only they could hear us natter on, about the important things
Sitting ontop of the wall, raised outside of your house
Like if Todd does desire your flesh and bones;
Then why doesn’t he ask you for a pencil in class?
But he makes the effort to walk past us on 5th period
When I know for a fact his class is on the other side of college
So I guess that’s a win for us

Oh pal of mine please tell me things will never ever ever change
When the world turns into a bull of flaming inferno
When the dead start to rise from their graves
When a felsh eating virus and consumed everyone we’ve held dear
Please tell me we’ll still be sitting here
Comparing Is This It to Room On Fire

We ain’t nothin’ about nothin’

A buzz to click you back into conciseness
The bigwig is calling for your appearance
A bead of sweat travels down the skull
You reluctantly agree to be grilled for the day

You rearrange the paper cooler cups by size
To postpone the transaction of self esteem
He heaves his heavy body up from the chair
And starts to head to the throne room

He gives it his best, and it still wasn’t up to spec
When has it ever been too their spec?
The spec is a speck to you now

You’re a zero, nothing more than a zero
You were born from zero and their you stayed
And if you forget they’ll be too quick to remind you

A bus ride back to the lady’s apartment
Lagging by an hour, with the stench off commoner
You knew from the start this visit was business
She gotten sick of your face, and your excuses for being late

Greeted by her screams of fictitious events
What can you say? When words seem useless
A sigh of disappoint will have to suffice
The love as gone back to that familiar zero

He gives it his best, and it still wasn’t up to spec
When has it ever been too her spec?
The spec is a speck to you now

You’re a zero, nothing more than a zero
You were born from zero and their you stayed
And if you forget she’ll be too quick to remind you

Walking back carrying months of your life on your back
Rainy night, the sky just oozes with delight
When all seems lost to you now, a pleasant sight
Your mate stuck in the gutter with a bottle of gin in one hand

Patrolling about the town, as he leads you to the heard
Telling the exaggerating tales of a Wednesday evening
A pat on the back, a charity shot of vodka
And suddenly the comfort zone has returned, he says:

‘I gave it my best, and it still wasn’t up to spec
When has it ever been too the spec?
The spec is a speck to me now

But now my best goes into these friends of mine
And the results are a guarantee’

But we’re all zeros here and nothing more
We was all born from zero and their we shall remain
We don’t need reminding we’re all in the same boat

What better way to spend a Wednesday evening?