The Guilty Party

& thanks for branding me a failure
& for destroying what joy I had
The mantles cracked
& turning black
I found out I'm not the man
That I fucking think I am

& you're just like a fucking ghostie
You trouble me when I try to sleep
The sombre way
You held your face
& we can never erase
All the stupid things we say

& I hope that you're dreaming of me
The way I'm forced to dream of you
& so you've won
I'll get the gun
Cos we can never undo
All the stupid things we do