nath

THIS MIGHT BE A PHASE,
BUT IT PROBABLY ISN'T
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I'm Nath and I dont care about anything, AT ALL.
I live my life like a full blown gypsy, take what you want from that.
Do everything you can in life coz you live once innit.
IM GOING TO KILL YOU
FUCK OFF
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I will wait for you outside carparks, outside busy shopping centres, I will wait for you at work when all your early shifts run late. and sometimes in the bull-ring and always when your sleeping, I will look at your hands and think, I could never explain what you had.
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I kicked it altogether last night. I had this dream I was alone.
It's been lying with me for 9 years and counting.
Got what I want, why am I miserable?
Kick this new addiction out, it's grown up.
Inherited and on the hush.
From a smiling drunk to the embarrassing lush, love what?
I'm a magnet to whores and such. Now the happy disguise?
The pill does this on its own.
And like Thoreau, it's a quiet place for me.
The sticks or the woods, it's all miles away from you.
I got an angry thirst.
We're all whores.
I got a sad, sad thirst.
We're all whores.
I had a happy thirst, but then came you.
I'm getting right back on it later tonight.
It takes my mind off of the phone,
how it's been silent for 2 weeks in my pocket.
How'd I ge so fucking loveable?
Take my Midas shit-powers to give out.
Apologize to who I touch.
I could have ruined you too,
but I was beaten to the punch.
Hug what? Why should I care who you go fuck?
And like Thoreau, it's a quiet place for me.
The sticks or the woods, it's all miles away from you.
I got an angry thirst.
We're all whores.
I got a sad, sad thirst.
We're all whores.
I had a happy thirst before you and I.
If I loved this, then why do you make me sick?
Why do you make me sad?
Why do you make me sick of your poor sick mouth?
Stop ruining it, for the last few months seem fucking years.
Oh to crack for this marginal sex with your dirty shit to spit,
why do you make me sick?
How many tricks until it drips with this ugliness I've found?
I'm falling down.
Why do you make me?
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As if I walked into the room to see my ex-girlfriend
Who by the way, I'm still in love with
Sucking the face of some pretty boy
With my favourite band's most popular song in the background
Is it wrong that I can't decide which bothers me most?
In the forefront of my mind it's the thought
Not of you underneath, but me coming out looking worse
I'm calling you again on your telephone
And all I ever get is another stupid busy tone
He's gonna get drunk and call you at four in the morning
(I know!)
He's gonna get drunk and call you at four in the morning