Momentary Solutions
drape yourself in momentary solutions and keep on wishing you could be f l a w l e s seyes like glass mistakes

Self-portrait. Wintery. New(ish) hair colour.
You talked me to sleep last night
I hadn’t felt that sad in years
Your eyes like glass mistakes
They moved me close to tears
You speak those favourite fables
Which I am yet to live
And casually confirm my fears
That I’ve got nothing to give
I take it back, all of it
Those names I called myself
The heros of my childhood
Like hardbacks on the shelf
I take it back, those promises
I wish I could say I’ve clung to time like gold
But as you said goodbye, I almost died
- from ‘Nothing To Give’ by White Lies














