Pancake pancake why won’t you mix?
Pancake pancake why do you stick?
Pancake pancake why don’t you go to plan?
Pancake pancake why do you get burnt in the pan?
Pancake pancake this should have been fun
pancake pancake why do you run
when you’re stuck to the ceiling it’s no fun
Pancake pancake I would have had you with lemon and syrup
but I am laughing and crying so much I have got the hiccups.
I used to talk to god in the dark wilds of my grans cupboard under the stairs
I used to walk around the playground looking for friends just getting blank glares
I used to think god was a man but it’s probably a goddess I was looking for
I used to think I had the key to heavens door,
I broke into her house looking to talk some more
I used to want to be last messenger of god but the girl with many faces needs someone else
I have walked through the white corridors of mental asylums
I have been a child trying to find her
She left me clues
this is the haunted man once a strange child blues.
The breathing, needing distance
Panic attack insistence
beating against the ribs bones and skin
I cannot escape I am chased within
By the a hound I cannot see
My breathing speeds up
I lose my voice
I fear the destroyer of peace of mind
I am the death of kindness
to cause such pain
I am agony and fear like death
I am agony and lack of breath
Of all the things that sting
is that I know your future life
It grates to know that I wait
for this is my last one
I am overcome with sadness I am undone
as we talk at cross purposes
What loneliness and hurt this is
I promised you that I’d wait for ever as your best friend
but love shatters like glass in the end
You are my mirror…