Fewer Closer Friends

It’s oppressively distant to me,

Now fulfilment’s a myth and happiness a dream

That I had on a night where I couldn’t even sleep,

It’s oppressively distant to me.

Don’t make me ask you to leave me alone,

A page ripped from the end of our dog-eared tome,

A piss in the underpass I learnt to call home,

Don’t make me ask you to leave me alone,

‘Cos then I’ll have

Fewer Closer Friends,

The conjugated men,

The only ones left,

All pillars of regret.

Ideology congeals,

Ideology reveals

Fewer closer friends

Through a blurry, cracking lens.

There’s a blind spot in my memory

That masks an awkward collision with what I wanted to be,

So I swapped our dog tags now I pretend that I’m free,

There’s a blind spot in my memory.

I am desperate to be admired,

There’s this desperately selfish demon I’ve acquired,

So I run in the mornings but the ****er’s not tired,

I am desperate to be admired,

‘Cos then I’ll have

Fewer Closer Friends,

The conjugated men,

The only ones left,

All pillars of regret.

Ideology congeals,

Ideology reveals

Fewer closer friends

Through a blurry, cracking lens.

Then all the men form a line

The moment she gives the word

All raise their fists to the sky

Factions speak louder than herds!