Tuesday, 26 January 2016


There's a hole in my life that I can't ever seem to fill up, Even when I turn the shit that life throws at me to lemonade and drink deeply from it's cup. I can't help but wish I was another version of another man, or perhaps I feel like that is exactly what I am. I can't even work out which member of Hinds I most want to get behind, and hold tightly whilst I use a gun to alleviate what is left of my mind. I can't say that I've ever felt like this - where the knife's been in for years but no one will give me the satisfaction of a twist.

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