the taste of your own medicine
did not go down too well
i gave you a teaspoon
you gave me a bell

i learnt that her past was deep
and stalked her in her sleep
the love of a mother given
is all the heartache ever forgiven

so i found the telephone book
and then i found my telephone
and i decided to take a look
the key has a place that is missed
so i found numbers to call
and i called a local locksmith

you like everything to be just so
and you feel a need
to always be in control

you told me
i never show emotions
funny that,
as emotions
and the extremes
have always underpinned me

lost at sea
on your own
in a boat
you made at home

you never talk about the abuse
no, nothing is ever really said
feelings are just locked in a box
and hidden under eternities bed

johnnie walker
took him eventually
i was quite young
let me think
i was still able to fabricate my dreams
so i must have been about thirteen