Parma Violets from Locust Years by Lewis Findlay

I went to make the first incision
But my hands couldnt keep tight enough grip
They relaxed off
And Tried to remain unswayed making decisions,
Even though I had already let it slip,
cant lose sight of the fact that

The lines of your neck simultaniously bless but they also curse
At least youve got youre monies worth.

I had quashed all my own advances
through my own constant arrogant displays
But through knowing you
Ive learned to place little place in these second chances
cos in th end I just throw it all away
When i look at myself -this look just doesnt match my vision
This is not the way I pictured me
Like the time I went to make that first incision
But still it haunts my memory

The lines of your neck simultaniously bless but they also curse
At least youve got youre monies worth.

So this is how it is for us,I find it so alarming,Love,but take your pick
Its hard to take that a smile so disarming could still make me sick

Show me your hands
Show me your heart and what it meant to me
Its bleeding
If one thing is for sure to destroy the soul its the memory

• Alternative
• Rock
• acoustic
• singer
• songwriter
• Edinburgh