all of my eggs are in one basket

sitting cold; looking at the irony

bottles bottles bottles and regret

I'm spoilt for choice
a right foot with cuts and a blanket with holes

sometimes people need a night off

a break from self-regulation
it was my christmas party

it was my fishing trip

a pure pecking party
it was the wine in my grape juice
and I'm sorry.
the two ideals are too hard to find
I don't think there's a balance anymore
amber stones and orchid lips
snakes, apples, and knowledge
chalk and cheese
cold fingers and two cold noses

underpasses and over bridges
if things were different.
if things were easy.
if things were you.