The state of my heart

Last night we partied, and now we’re apart
Can’t say that it matters, to the state of my heart
We murdered a lobster, champagne and fish eggs
Danced out the crustie’s and their pacemaker friend’s
And then watched the sun rise from the back of my van
Now I’m going my way, and I’m not going yours
But I hope I’ll still find you, as life runs its course.

There’s no point in living, when life ain’t you’re friend
I could get a job, earn money to spend
But then al I’d have, is shit I don’t need
To make me possessive, a victim of greed
I need some one to want me, coz right now I don’t
Any more than just friendship, is all just pretend
The next time I see you, we’ll kill lobsters again
And then watch the sun rise, with our pacemaker friend’s

But just let me tell you
That I loved every moment, of the time that we shared
But I lied to my woman, I lied to my friends
Sold my soul to the devil
But I won’t repent

I’ve had time in mansions, to begging on streets
And hanging round dust bins, for something to eat
But rite now I’m stable, but not far ahead
And I’m gon’na get famous, well before I get dead
In life there are patterns, with colour’s and shapes
Our lives interwoven, with touches of fate
Some time’s we’re together, sometimes we’re apart
But it still doesn’t matter, to the state of my heart.

©6/14/2009 Alex Kyriacou