Send Him Away

I can't seem to feel the envy I should feel or maybe. I don't need the sour side of love, of love. . No, I don't care his breath is in your hair. Well, I don't care his skin is still between.

Shopping For Blood

I live in the Merchant City, drive a 4x4. I eat M&S, it tastes of nothing. Oh I taste of nothing. I am the New Scottish Gentry. Anglified vowels, sub London thoughts.

Sickles And Hammers