Haven't Learned the Lines You'd Like to Hear

There's a wine stain on the carpet
And your bourbon-broken voice
Says - this isn't me through a Marlboro haze
Crawling up the fire escape
With blood in your hair
Nothing fast or smooth about this little trip
So you murdered your youth late last night
With the Waterford lamp
And a shelf full of trophies
Escaped in a limousine
Where to? the driver said
And really that's the question
Where to now
When it's your mother in the mirror
And you're knocking over chairs
Is this what you wanted?
A bloody smear of greasepaint
Tearing through the backdrop
Do you know what time it is?

Bitter Twisting

As the polaroids from last night
Bleed colour into the receding tide
I can't understand what my own voice
Is whispering unreadable transcriptions
Secret codes written and promptly and best forgotten
Etched into the frozen window
And the lightbulb at the back of my eyes
Is fading green, guttering cold phosphorescent
I would not, for the world
Have you go where I've been all night
Watching yourself breathe into the mirror
Left amnesiac save for the name of someone
You never knew who reminds you of someone
You hate who said they wished you were someone
Else