Testo Documented Minor Emotional Breakdown #1

Ooooh, ahhhh

I restored your mother's faith in men whilst boring you to death
Left nothing more than the circle of stubble rash around your chest
My life was saved by a packet of nineteen cigarettes
Carried in my left breast pocket, for a closest friend
A sleeping bag on the floor twists hips like buffalo horns
They said, "that boy's too lazy", you were clearly forewarned A jealous ex silenced the room
(Shhhhh)
He said that you were a whore;
"Do you kiss your mummy's lips with that mouth?".

Ooooh, ahhhh

She imagined everything I said in falsetto;
The only way to justify my childish despair
I spent my last six fifty in a public phone box,
(Graffited genitalia from the ceiling to the floor)
Play reckless, rapid like a fruit machine.
I see gargoyles in the floral of the duvet cover,
You see melodrama move from one sentence to the other.
Many years practice of speaking in hushed tones