I’m nostalgic for the bad old times 
For wicked games and nine crimes
And Damien Rice plays while I sit in the car
Wondering what exactly you are 
And I traversed the lonely forest 
And you could keep me lonely but never honest
As I try to recapture UCD 
But it all just keeps escaping from me 
And it was the years of Marian and Dee
Of Elaine, Darragh and things that helped me go free
And when I rediscovered my dignity 
My ability to run after people disappeared 
And I could sense that the end neared
In 2011 and I cried
It was as though something had died 
In me, in us, in the world at large
And my sister says I live in the past but that barge
Never fails to take me home 
As I roam 
Empty streets and green triangles 
In the darkness and newfangled 
Angels on the brink
Of watching us all go down the kitchen sink
And he said something’s I don’t understand 
But he’s beautiful and oh, what a man
So I cut the thread
Coz I sense that he wants my bed
More than he wants my heart
And if it’s all about the art
Then why does he cry 
I sense diamonds at the edge of my eye 
As I try
To pierce through to his core
But it just eludes me more
Maybe everything is just as it seems
And I’m just waking from the dream 
That I made up in my own head 
I forget everything you said
But not what you stand for 
And I adore
The mists of time 
What would life be like if you were mine? 

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