Miserabilia

Go, breathe easy Your hands will remain empty When you have stopped clutching at straws Clean two bad memories, forget all the insufferable bores No one matters, no one matters, no one cares He whispered, oh my God this really is a joy to behold For he said it's a joy to be held so I held him too close It was a grave mistake, he never came back again I'm not saying there's good in none of this Miserabilia to show the kids I'm not saying that you're responsible Miserabilia for one, for all I've spend too much time on my knees Next to urinals in garish Mexican restaurants Sobbing into my warm, pale palms For a better understanding of her dietary requirements Cried on ocean floors all walking into clubs Not '06, not '08, two thousand 2010 2004,, oh my God, oh my God We got nostalgic ended up filling shoe boxes with vomit Collected scabs in lockets Hung them round our necks like nooses None of it mattered, none of it matters, nobody cared I'm not saying there's good in none of this Miserabilia to show the kids I'm not saying that you're responsible Miserabilia for one, for all I have broken down into the naked breasts of a newly ex And no dignity, I can only guess That she thinks about it when she touches herself Shout at the world because the world doesn't love you Lower yourself because you know that you'll have to