From Here On Up

What has happened to you,
Fat old bloke,
Where did all your inspiration,
Aspiration, go?

I know you’re still wearing that
Fake necklace,
I’ve seen it in the pictures,
In The Mirror

Why did you drive that car
That night?
Why didn’t you wait for
Your boyfriend

To do so, as you were clearly
Tired and in no
Clear circumstance to drive
It yourself.

Oh, what has happened
Pill-popping queen,
That you’ve been making all
These awful decisions?

I couldn’t be there for you,
I apologise,
I couldn’t grab the steering-wheel
For you.

But then again, I reckon I’m not
The one to
Get your feet back on the ground,
Not really, no,

Instead, turn your head to him,
Keep the mic,
Get your ass back on stage now,
sing that songs
for me and my seven invisible friends.


Dedicated to Mr Michael, July 13th, 2010