Dear Baby,
How you doing? It's me.
I used to chat shit
But now I emcee.
Like I said it at the end of the century
Shit always turns out how it's meant to be
And to be honest, I'm really sorry we lost touch
Cos I can barely remeber the feeling
That last touch was hardly fitting
It was a terrible tribute
One big family
Rockabilly Amelie
Yellow pop socks and your Mom's frocks
Fucked in the bedroom, the bathroom, the front room, the back room
They're back soon
You giggle somewhere in the middle of an oversized T Shirt
Neckbone
Teeth
Hurt
We flirt
Forever and a day
We go from weeping over poetry to you not knowing me
And me not knowing you
I miss you
Remember that time you had your sister
bouce up and down on your belly?
While we were watching telly
Friday, Top of The Pops
Up at the box factory, speeding
Thinking about cots and breast feeding
Not what you're needing
Not me bleeding
Can't help greiving
Unbeliveing heathen
Leaving even though
Theive and go
Yo. I should have cut you in the face
I couldn't look you in the eye
I told you barely the same dream
I mean I dind't mean to lie
Ah, you.
Smile flickering, nausea
Heartbeat quickening
Look away!
Course I did.
I remeber what we rid
I remember all the things that we thought and we did
And a kid or two
Got lost along the way
Back in the day
When I used to pray
And we slay - Domestic Violence by The RZA
Baby what the fuck you doing with those scissors?
I called you my missus
I called you a cunt
And a psycho
But you always knew when you'd been lied to
And I never
You should've gotten it on tape
Maybe then I'd have believed you when you said you got raped.
Bur faith, hope, your Mum
Well.
All that "get em in" and ketamine
It couldn't have helped
But Health.
It was never the issue -
Fock off that tissue
I'm not lying or denying but I know
I should have cut you in the face.
Hey ladies...
I hope you're all doing fine
But honey shoulda told you I was out of my mind
And baby I meant to stay last time I was round
But I got caught up playing catch up with a part of a crowd
I wanted to be in
seeing is believing I s'ppose
But though I soon found out I wasn't any of those
I wasn't the shows and now I know I wasn't the clothes
I wasn't disposed -
but baby I remember the rose
And I remember your smell - and I remember the walk
That little lane in Llangoed - the first time we talked
And I remember the power I found
I remember abused it
That was it from then on I can never excuse it
And so thank you for your gifts to me
I thank you for my history
I was untrue unto you all
It really aint a mystery
The answer's in Love,
love the answer's in this
Sheild with an metaphor, sealed with a kiss
I should have cut you in the face
