Bulletins of What Might've Been

The coast is clear, 6 a.m. is alluring 

The ripe sky opens its curtains 

I've been taking things for granted 

Gallivanting and being selfish

I'll nip it in the bud  

Today I won't make a fuss 

I've zipped my mouth shut 

I don't shut up 

Sometimes I don't think before I speak 

I won't jig 

I'll turn you into porridge

Whip on the varnish 

Cigarette in an ashtray

Souvenir purchased in Dubrovnik

I've pledged my loyalty

I'll never betray Prometheus

The Imhotep of dreams 

The almighty father of edelweiss

Tennis is playing on the radio 

It's a lovely song I know 

A dwarf star blazing through the sky 

A powwow in a taxi ride 

I'm flummoxed by a confusing feeling

Whilst painting a portrait of melancholy

I lack the motivation, I don't have any patience

Fighting the urge, I'm defeated 

I'm incomplete, searching for something 

I'm back at square one, upside down

Everything's modern 

But I can't escape the past 

I've seen the future, the black end

The last consequence

24/7 I'm working

Working to get away from my kismet

I've done nothing with my tousled hair

I need a wake-up-call

I'm boxed in by the walls 

My facade is wearing thin like a flint 

My once reliable nostrum won't work 

With Andrew, with Stewart

In Drew's backyard 

The leitmotif is obvious, a sore thumb

Broad shoulders fill the doorway 

I've ruined everything with one fell swoop

I'm the shadowboxer, drugged-up 

In the neighbourhood

A ghost passing by like the traffic

In my duds, with a Biro in my pocket 

I'm a nebulous figure, an aficionado of Sylvia 

Magpie to the razzle dazzle, the ingle 

On the rigg and furrow

At the Baboon king's beano

Stuck on a Sudoku, it's Barmecidal

Gale force winds al fresco 

The current vogue, a peccadillo

Beloved movie on a VHS videotape

I'd rather be on my own than have company 

Of course, life gets lonely 

Living is a double-edged sword 

I want to die but I want to live 

At crossroads, I don't know what to make of it 

I want to die but I want to live 

Can't remember how long it's been like this

I don't know what I've to make of it 

I want to die but I want to live! 

I want to die but I want to live!