So now yknow, there's no more surprises.

The distance from me to where you'd be

I am
On my bed
Listening to Set The Fire To The Third Bar
Again

I came home
Took off my shoes and socks
Greeted a guest
And went into my room
Put down my bag
Sauntered into the bathroom
Took my uniform off
Took a good look at my coldsore
Stepped in
Doused my heavy heart and head with water
Slapped on loads of creamy soap
Gripped the sides of my arms
Looked at the dustbin
And wondered
If these feelings should be thrown away
Or if you had thrown these feelings away first
I suppose so
Since you were the one who told me to
Advance
Move on

Then slowly I started to cry
I said no
But they just kept gushing down
And with my sore, dry voice
I sang
'Like dreaming Pink wildfire
The last place we left off..'
And I washed up
Left my thoughts in there
Because you probably stopped halfway along this journey
Journey to nowhere
But at least its nowhere, isn't it?
So I
Looked at the selection of Brit Pop on iTunes
And thought to myself
How could I ever let you influence me in such a massive, disgusting way

So you can give me back my bloody heart
Before I turn bloopy
My freaking heart damn it.

So you can either look at me.
Or turn away from my eyes for the million-th time
I hate the way you make me feel
And guess what the best part is...
It's not your fault
It's mine.