Some of my 4 favourite lines in 'The Tortured Poets Department'
Fortnight
All of this to say, I hope you're okay
But you're the reason
And no one here's to blame
But what about your quiet treason?
The Tortured Poets Department
But you're in self-sabotage mode
Throwing spikes down on the road
But I've seen this episode and still love the show
Who else decodes you?
My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys
Put me back on my shelf
But first, pull the string
And I'll tell you that he runs
Because he loves me (He loves me)
Down Bad
In a field in my same old town
That somehow seems so hollow now
They'll say I'm nuts if I talk about
The existence of you
So Long, London
And you say I abandoned the ship, but I was going down with it
My white knuckle dying grip holding tight to your quiet resentment
And my friends said it isnāt right to be scared
Every day of a love affair, every breath feels like rarest air
But Daddy, I Love Him
I'd rather burn my whole life down
Than listen to one more second of all this bitchin' and moanin'
I'll tell you something about my good name
It's mine alone to disgrace
Fresh Out The Slammer
Splintered back in winter, silent dinners, bitter
He was with her in dreams
Gray and blue and fights and tunnels
Handcuffed to the spell I was under
Florida!!!
Little did you know your home's really only
A town you're just a guest in
So you work your life away just to pay
For a time-share down in Destin
Guilty as Sin?
I hadn't heard it in a while
My boredom's bone-deep
This cage was once just fine
Am I allowed to cry?
Whoās Afraid of Little Old Me?
So tell me everything is not about me, but what if it is?
Then say they didn't do it to hurt me, but what if they did?
I wanna snarl and show you just how disturbed this has made me
You wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me
I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can)
They shook their heads saying, "God, help her" when I told them he's my man
But your good lord didn't need to lift a finger
I can fix him, no, really, I can (No, really, I can)
Woah, maybe I can't
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What a bland goodbye
The coward claimed he was a lion
I'm combing through the braids of lies
I'll never leave, never mind
I Can Do It With a Broken Heart
I can hold my breath
I've been doing it since he left
I keep finding his things in drawers
Crucial evidence, I didn't imagine the whole thing
The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived
Were you a sleeper cell spy?
In fifty years will all this be declassified?
And you'll confess why you did it
And I'll say, "Good riddance"
The Alchemy
Hey, you, what if I told you we'rŠµ cool?
That child's play back in school
Is forgiven under my rule
I haven't come around in so long
Clara Bow
Only when your girlish glow flickers just so
Do they let you know
Itās hell on Earth to be heavenly
Them's the breaks, they don't come gently
The Black Dog
I am someone who until recent events
You shared your secrets with
And your location, you forgot to turn it off
And so I watch as you walk
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And I'll tell you one thing, honey
I can take the upper hand and touch your body
Flip the script and leave you like a dumb house party
Or I might just love you 'til the end
The Albatross
"One less temptress, one less dagger to sharpen"
Locked me up in towers
But I'd visit in your dreams
And they tried to warn you about me
Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus
I changed into goddesses, villains, and fools
Changed plans and lovers and outfits and rules
All to outrun my desertion of you
And you just watched it
How Did It End
Guess who we ran into at the shops?
Walking in circles like she was lost
Didn't you hear?
They called it all off
So High School
Are you gonna marry, kiss, or kill me
It's just a game, but really
I'm bettin' on all three for us two
Get my car door, isn't that sweet?
I Hate It Here
Secret gardens in my mind
People need a key to get to
The only one is mine
I read about it in a book when I was a precocious child
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And it wasn't a fair fight, or a clean kill
Each time that Aimee stomped across my grave
And then she wrote headlines
In the local paper, laughing at each baby step I'd take
I Look in Peopleās Windows
I look in peopleās windows
In case youāre at their table
What if your eyes looked up and met mine
One more time
The Prophecy
Feeling like the very last drops of an ink pen
A greater woman stays cool
But I howl like a wolf at the moon
And I look unstable
Cassandra
They all said nothing
Bloodās thick but nothing like a payroll
Bet they never spared a prayer for my soul
You can mark my words that I said it first
Peter
Once found us beguiling
She said she was trying
Peter, was she lying?
My ribs get the feeling she did
The Bolter
But as she was leaving
It felt like breathing
All her fuckin' lives
Flashed before her eyes
Robin
The time will arrive for the cruel and the mean
Youāll learn to bounce back just like your trampoline
But now, weāll curtail your curiosity
In sweetness
The Manuscript
The only thing thatās left is the manuscript
One last souvenir from my trip to your shores
Now and then I re-read the manuscript
But the story isnāt mine anymore
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The Tortured Poets Department. An anthology of new works that reflect events, opinions and sentiments from a fleeting and fatalistic moment in time - one that was both sensational and sorrowful in equal measure. This period of the authorās life is now over, the chapter closed and boarded up. There is nothing to avenge, no scores to settle once wounds have healed. And upon further reflection, a good number of them turned out to be self-inflicted. This writer is of the firm belief that our tears become holy in the form of ink on a page. Once we have spoken our saddest story, we can be free of it.
And then all thatās left behind is the tortured poetry.
THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT is out now.
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