The Call..

Lying awake 4.30 in the morning,

woke up from a dream about falling.

Prophecy of my mobile calling,

not a number in the memory.

So, who the fuck can this be?

Got a feeling things aren't all they should be,

hi! It's Steve phoning about Debbie,

my ex's brother phoning to say,

she died of an O.D.

Even though I saw it coming,

it still rocked me, hit me hard,

ripped through my chest.

Like the heroin in her veins,

blowing away all the pain,

rain falling like grace.

Walked to the bathroom to rinse my face

with cold water try and calm down..

Started to think of times better

remember when I first met Deborah.

Remember that club, that bass, that chill out room..

Remember that night, that morning, that afternoon.

Remember letting go of the past and shooting for the moon.

I remember her later, burning up that spoon.

Lying awake 4.30 by her side,

woke up from a dream about the rolling tide.

Prophecy of the oncoming ride.

A case of getting high and just getting by.

Traveling through our minds,

to see what we can find.

Doing no harm to anyone

Just flew too high, got burnt by the sun.

Then I realized this shit is no more fun.

But she wanted to go on and on.

At the break of dawn,

I put my head in the sink,

rinsed my faced with cold water

to help me think,

From the moment I met her

I was addicted to Deborah,

It was chemical imbalance

not love I remember.

Fucked up in that chill out room.

It seemed our relationship

only saw one afternoon.

Never understood why you had to

fuck with that spoon..

Woke up this morning,

with a gun pointed at my head.

Must've been too drunk to pull

the trigger passed out cold.

4.30 in the morning, hungover

and still alive in my bed.

Full of fear and self loathing

staring at the ceiling another day old....

I wrote that at uni somewhere between 94 and 97... I was doing a lot of shit and that was me elaborating on a future with somebody you know is bad news.. Kind of a wake up call, not just for me but to alot of people I knew at the time, seems odd looking at it over 10 years later, I could fall back quite easily into that.. but I reckon I wouldn't get out of it if I did.