Your Urge

You don't have to deny your urge

It doesn't make you bad.

On our admission the makeweight lifted

Stop dwelling on the past.

I think about the three of us. I wonder how we tessellate

It would've been much wiser to allow these feelings to abate

Empty words, so free of connotations

All dreams come to an end.

Codify your utterance, communicate your needs

Prepare your vocabulary.

My nervous system fails me, my thoughts are becoming fugitive

And when I'm in your arms, I wonder how much I can give

The weekend is a Godsend

The night-time is a lifeline

Another useless fumble

Another drunken stumble.

The pinkness 'round your iris

Reveals that you've been crying

But I don't know what my crime is

I cause upset without trying.

People are judged on their mistakes

And how much money they make

No-one wants to lose their youth

In a trench like this

Visiting the same places

Kissing all the same faces

Building up support

Looking for rapport

I empty out my pockets at the end of the night

Another scrawled first name

Another sense of shame

I need to get to bed before I fail myself again

We got too close that night and I reached out for your hand.

The night-time is my lifeline

The weekend is a Godsend

Another useless fumble

Another drunken stumble

Oh, but the pinkness near your iris

Reveals that you've been crying

But I don't know what my crime is

Behind my crumbling veneer.

My strength is sapping

My heartstrings are snapping.