Contemplative, complicated, consequated Long play baby. Illiterately brilliant, she’s never Always sometimes maybe.

Gone for good, back next week. She stood herself up with a 24 bug, An array of strangeties and novelties And a deadly dangerous undying love.

She’s just too perfect for me And that’s a major no-no Because I know no reason why She wanted to go on solo.

Met her in my simple sights. She taught me how to be much more Like her and me and her and she Relegates our rivalry until it’s less than poor

She’s intelligent. I’m flatulent. She’s get up and make me go But I’m fed up of games and fetching the ball It’s time to try and say ‘no!’

Because I fell for her, I tell to her, Her face knocked me off of my stool But she’s lost in the world, a lonely girl, Because she can’t catch a catch for a fool.

On the edge, looking down, Falling down, down, down, Debts and worries, stress Just hurries, around and around. My head is full. My head is full. Tick, tick, tick, tick.

I’m fed up of finding sanctuary In soft porn and drugs. There’s no sanctity, no sanity In soft comma porn and drugs. Drugs, drugs, drugs, stop.

I’m on the edge of admiring Everything I could be. I’m on the edge of believing The very thing I might be. I’m on the edge with who I am. I am me - free?

I am me on the edge.

I’m breaking up with you, with me. I’m breaking up. I’m freaking out. I’m breaking out from inside me And though I try to shout, There’s nothing coming out. I just pout And remain me

On the edge of a breakdown And down and down And tick, tick, tick. Has this already been said? Or can anyone tell me how To get schizophrenia out of my head? From my life. From me Free Instead of tick, tick, tick Because I’m sick Of soft porn and soft drugs and soft me I’m sick of me This is my plea, my cry. This is you secret eye Into me But I doubt you’ll see Until tick, tick, tick, tick,

Stop.

“Knock, knock”

“When’s it there?”

“Just now”

“Just now, when?”

“Just now when my wibbly timeline and your wobbly timeline, each floating independently through the vortex of space-time, happened to converge on each other!”

“Oh right...um”

“Kinda wishing you’d stuck to convention and asked ‘who’s there’ aren’t you?”

“Yeah, kinda”