I don't know where I'm going with this

3am and I'm not sleeping,

4am and I'm not dreaming

5am and the sun's coming up,

6am and I've had enough,

There's a bird at my window singing this song,

There's a cat outside that won't shut the fuck up,

The neighbour's dogs are at it again,

And soon their kids will join in the fun,

There's a hole in my head the size of a fist,

There's a hole in my chest the size of a heart,

Lungs are bleeding and nictotine's racing,

But we will just go on playing our part,

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck,

3am and I'm not sleeping,

4am and I'm not dreaming

5am and the sun's coming up,

6am and I've had enough,

My bedroom's littered with bottles and cans,

Ash and smoke fill the air,

Seeping poison,

You just don't care,

Drenched in sweat surfing the net,

Two parts Caffiene, One part blood,

I will lick these wounds,

And our end will come soon,

3am and I'm not sleeping,

4am and I'm not dreaming

5am and the sun's coming up,

6am and I've had enough,

7am and my housemates are up... I don't know where I'm going with this

I see her, I need her, I'd keep her, I'll lose her.

Pop Culture Cliche

(I wonder if you can tell who this might be a stab at )

You just don't get it,

You stupid fucking hypoctrite,

Alternative culture,

You need a suture,

With you what you see is what you get,

Little Britain quotes,

And stupid floppy hair,

You think you look so different but you all look the same,

You and your little cliques can go fuck yourselves,

Cause you're a pop culture cliche,

Always going this same way,

I see you every day,

I'll never forgive you, I'll never forget you,

MORON!

*spoken*

You're less alternative than my dad,

You're more mainstream than my mum,

Take your stupid meaningless lo cal fake rock,

And shove it up your jock,

Strap.

Bitch.

1 Pink Balloon

Honour her, keep her,

Honour him, keep him,

The issue's not the gender,

It's in their stupid heads,

When ignorance and bigotry,

Are overriding fact,

When lies breed more lies,

And they change their tack,

When they call you free,

Then throw their shit so far it sticks like a piece of gum,

And you're left feeling a lone and useless,

It's a scam, it's a falsity,

It's a facade, it's a fake,

There is no choice to make,

It's the way you were born,

They don't understand,

And they'll always be forlorn,

Brotherhood, sisterhood,

We stand together, they stand divided,

If they are right,

Then it feels good to be wrong.