"I’m not so nice
I’m not so nice anymore
I think maybe I left her in the tunnel
Where shards of the past live
And old blood still drips
But pieces of her are dancing in my future
Where I know it’s sweet and sunny
I’m with you
And we’re warm honey
Spit and salt
In our empty garden
England in the rain
Bristol in the
White hot grey
That sweet vomit that rises up
Burns my throat
The all-powerful
All-seeing
Eyes in my walls
Say
You can cry
But that enough
Not enough
Always
And forever
Not enough
Cry baby
Made of spit
And salt
Your fragileSensitive
Angry
Density
Breaks you open
Spill your contents
The deepest ocean
I’m not so nice
Not so nice
Anymore
Not so nice
Not so nice
Anymore
NO-> [Spit and salt
In our empty garden
Your fragile
Sensitive
Angry
Density
Spill
Your
Contents]"