Rapid Fire
It burns! It burns like... tiger balm?
Tick, tock, tick, tock
Kif-kif tommorow. Same shit. Different day.
Tick, manic, tock, depressive
And it's always times like these that I think of you and I wonder if you ever think of me...
Tick, angel, tock, devil
100/44 is probably not a good blood pressure rating. Maybe I should do something about that.
Tick, wet, tock, dry
The good ones are always taken.
Tick, up, tock, crashing
Whose bright idea was this anyways?
Tick, caffeine, tock, painkillers
There's always another hour in the day...
Tick, reading, tock, crying
Plus four against clevage... I'm losing my touch.
Tick, manic, tock, depressive
It's a fine, fine line - a line that's getting blurrier day by day.
Tick, tock, tick, tock
And then, because they were both Englishwomen and their hearts were somewhat broken, they turned back into the room and put on the kettle and made themselves a cup of tea. (Eva Ibbotson, Song For Summer)
It burns! It burns like... tiger balm?
Tick, tock, tick, tock
Kif-kif tommorow. Same shit. Different day.
Tick, manic, tock, depressive
And it's always times like these that I think of you and I wonder if you ever think of me...
Tick, angel, tock, devil
100/44 is probably not a good blood pressure rating. Maybe I should do something about that.
Tick, wet, tock, dry
The good ones are always taken.
Tick, up, tock, crashing
Whose bright idea was this anyways?
Tick, caffeine, tock, painkillers
There's always another hour in the day...
Tick, reading, tock, crying
Plus four against clevage... I'm losing my touch.
Tick, manic, tock, depressive
It's a fine, fine line - a line that's getting blurrier day by day.
Tick, tock, tick, tock
And then, because they were both Englishwomen and their hearts were somewhat broken, they turned back into the room and put on the kettle and made themselves a cup of tea. (Eva Ibbotson, Song For Summer)
Tick, tock, tick, tock
Kif-kif tommorow. Same shit. Different day.
Tick, manic, tock, depressive
And it's always times like these that I think of you and I wonder if you ever think of me...
Tick, angel, tock, devil
100/44 is probably not a good blood pressure rating. Maybe I should do something about that.
Tick, wet, tock, dry
The good ones are always taken.
Tick, up, tock, crashing
Whose bright idea was this anyways?
Tick, caffeine, tock, painkillers
There's always another hour in the day...
Tick, reading, tock, crying
Plus four against clevage... I'm losing my touch.
Tick, manic, tock, depressive
It's a fine, fine line - a line that's getting blurrier day by day.
Tick, tock, tick, tock
And then, because they were both Englishwomen and their hearts were somewhat broken, they turned back into the room and put on the kettle and made themselves a cup of tea. (Eva Ibbotson, Song For Summer)
3 Comments:
At 11:04 PM, Hell in a Sack said…
I wish I could offer you a cup of tea, we whose hearts are somewhat broken. I am *not*, however, an englishwoman, but I think we could have made do just the same.
You are, however, asleep. I hope. Otherwise I would call you up for tea.
At 3:45 AM, Anonymous said…
I'm not quite sure if it helps at all, but... broken is a state of mind, that shows up somewhere between giving up and not caring that you've given up. Well, it sure doesn't look like you've given up, so as long as you can still say that, you can never *truely* be broken. Sure, you'll get knocked on your ass a time or few, but each time you can find the strength to get back on your feet, it becomes that much harder for things to get to you. That doesn't mean they'll stop trying, just that you're pushing back at least as hard as they're pushing you. That in itself is a victory, if a small one, no?
For what it's worth, I wouldn't know you in person if I fell over you and I can still tell you have it in you to pull through. That says something for the people who've commented before who actually know Jeanne, rather than Jeanne's weblog. ;) Just take a look at the comments on your last entry if you need proof.
- James
At 5:19 PM, James said…
Heya,
I just picked up some funky new tea flavours. Unfortunately, I'm stuck at home with the (sick) kids. And the sick me. But I'll save some for you!
James (the married-with-kids one)
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