Documented Minor Emotional Breakdown #1

Ooooh, ahhhh
Ooooh, ahhhh
I restored your mother's faith in men whilst boring you to death
Left nothing more than a circle of stubble rash around your chest
My life was saved by a packet of nineteen cigarettes carried in my left breast pocket for a closest friend
A sleeping bag on the floor twists hips like buffalo horns
They said, "That boy is too lazy", you were clearly forewarned
A jealous ex silenced the room, he said that you were a whore
"Do you kiss your mummy's lips with that mouth?"
Ooooh, ahhhh
Ooooh, ahhhh
She imagined everything I said in falsetto
The only way to justify my childish despair
I spent my last six-fifty in a public phone box
Graffitied genitalia from the ceiling to floor
Played reckless, rapid like a fruit machine
I see gargoyles in the floral of the duvet cover
You see melodrama move from one sentence to the other
And many years practice of speaking in hushed tones
He rattles his keys, but thats, um