The Final Cut (Waters)

Through the fish-eyed lens of tear stained eyes
I can barely define the shape of this moment in time
And far from flying high in clear blue skies
I'm spiraling down to the hole in the ground where I hide.

If you negotiate the minefield in the drive
And beat the dogs and cheat the cold electronic eyes
And if you make it past the shotgun in the hall,
Dial the combination, open the priesthole
And if I'm in I'll tell you what's behind the wall.

There's a kid who had a big hallucination
Making love to girls in magazines.
He wonders if you're sleeping with your new found faith.
Could anybody love him
Or is it just a crazy dream?

And if I show you my dark side
Will you still hold me tonight?
And if I open my heart to you
And show you my weak side
What would you do?
Would you sell your story to Rolling Stone?
Would you take the children away
And leave me alone?
And smile in reassurance
As you whisper down the phone?
Would you send me packing?
Or would you take me home?

Thought I oughta bare my naked feelings,
Thought I oughta tear the curtain down.
I held the blade in trembling hands
Prepared to make it but just then the phone rang
I never had the nerve to make the final cut.

Well, bed arrived today from IKEA, without legs, very smart of them. Luckily I have two weeks to get them.

Staying at Susanna's now. Not something I am especially chuffed with, was greeted by the cat pissing on the bed.  Too slack to move clothes from there to hear, so getting changed daily at home, before coming here. Otherwise its just food shopping to do.

Lifes pretty dull at the moment, nothing doing, looking forward to New Years and the holiday period being over so I can go back to normal times at work. It's a stupid period, where there  has been really poor planning and response, so nothing has been done. I have refused to spend all my extra time fixing the problem, although I still have to work tomorrow which really sucks ass. I should hopefully get a day off in the new year.

Otherwise feeling quite alone, nothing is happening on the relationship front, which is sad, so it appears it will be my first new years since 2000 without someone "special".

Suppose I should take a walk with the dog (again) and decide about dinner.