b & b

i codify: next week there's a new born tax, not married so i can't relax, honest so i don't react, yet. silence has kissed my back, licked fickle by the bedroom pact, a rumour never moves with tact, no. a heart like a candle, melted with a frying pan handle, left on the heat too long, now only can i sing this song: even my own mother cannot take me back. so i drive around this town, thatched new by the thrust of the cuts, bollards and the legacies they all outgrew. coastal but wrecked by blue, ripped ships from the skills we knew, moreish so you'll see this through. a heart like a candle, melted with a chip pan handle, left on the heat too long, now only can i sing this song: even my own mother cannot take me back. i'm sleeping in a box, no windows, no door locks, my head is a shambles, kipping in a row of brambles, a heart like a candle, melted with a frying pan handle, left on the heat too long, now only can i sing this song: even my own mother cannot take me back.