One Hundred - Chris Cresswell

When I catch a break

I’ll bring it home to you

You can take the sharpest blade and cut off this here noose

When my arms won’t work

When my eyes fall out

I won’t have a single thing to piss and moan about

They’ll always be you

You and all your friends

And how they each deserted you or did you desert them?

I don’t want to talk

About it I’ll just sing

A hundred songs for someone who doesn’t deserve a thing

Whoa ah oh who ah oh whoa ah oh oh oh oh oh oh

When all this snow melts

I won’t have a dream

I can’t latch the fingers to what I will finally be

Removed from the words

The sound of these dead streets

The mirror images of home always thought I’d leave

The sun is coming up

I’m fighting gravity

It seems there’s always something new and someone always leaves

The strength to sort this out

May not be in me

But I’ll surround myself with open arms and smiley teeth

I am losing grip right through their hands

I am jumping down down down