Baxters Ramblings

I just need a fucking reason 
These questions kill me
Woes me, throw me
A bone, though I feel at home
In my tragedy of one
I still feel like I could become
Someone, anyone but
Whoever that one fucking was
Jesus Christ on a bike
And all that tripe
And all that trope
Throw me some rope
What's the worst that could happen? 
If it's already happening 
If it's already a feeling
Who are we to not let it in
Who are we to not begin again? 

I just need a fucking laugh
These adverts kill me
Bore me, whore me
My phone, though I feel alone
In my tragedy of one
I still think like I could become
Your one, the one you
Think clever and romanticise
Mother mary on a cross
And all that dross 
And all that gloss
Who gives a toss
What's the worst that could happen? 
If it's already happening? 
If it's already a feeling
Who are we to not let it in
Who are we to not begin again?