Monday, 3 August 2009

2 Miles High

It feels like watching paint dry
up in my tower block, it's two miles high
I look at the world and eat my tea
beans on toast and MTV

I'd call you but I sold my phone
to buy some fun, to buy some fun

Some one left the air con on
and froze me to the sheets.
Theres nothing in the larder
but year old shredded wheat.
I'd eat it but it's gone septic
and my immune systems shot.
Yeah I think I've got Aids.

If I opened my window, I'd lose both my eyes
2 miles high
My washing has all freeze dried
2 miles high

Should I turn the T.V on?
Nothing but war and disease
Will they find Bin Laden?
Will I find some shit to eat?
I should go out shopping
but the lift is fucking broke
and I can't use my credit cards
cos they're all jammed up with coke

If I opened my window, I'd try to fly
2 miles high
No one will find you when you die
2 miles high

Don't think I'll go outside
The world's a scary place
Paranoid of terror threats,
I'll stay in and get shitfaced
I'd love to go and see you
but not in my present state
Maybe a conversation
With the mould growing on my plate

Opening the door, I walk outside
2 miles high
I'm not afraid, I'm not going to die
2 miles high.
©Alex Kyriacou 2/7/2009

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