This Modern Love - Bloc Party

To be lost in the forest

To be cut adrift

You've been trying to reach me

You bought me a book

To be lost in the forest

To be cut adrift

I've been paid, I've been paid

Don't get offended

If I seem absent minded

Just keep telling me facts

And keep making me smile

Don't get offended

If I seem absent minded

I get tongue-tied

Baby, you've got to be more discerning

I've never known what's good for me

Baby, you've got to be more demanding

I will be yours

I'll pay for you, anytime

I'll pay for you, anytime

You told me you wanted to eat up my sadness

Well jump on, enjoy, you can gorge away

You told me you wanted to eat up my sadness

Jump right

Baby, you've got to be more discerning

I've never known what's good for me

Baby, you've got to be more demanding

Jump left

What are you holding out for?

What's always in the way?

Why so damn absent-minded?

Why so scared of romance?

This modern love breaks me

This modern love wastes me

Do you wanna come over and kill some time?

Do you wanna come over, and kill some time?

Do you wanna come over, and kill some time?

Throw your arms around me

The Abuse and Irresponsible Use of Alcohol

I pretty much despise this drug. It gives us an excuse to act like absolute animals without consequence. We aren’t animals, we are human beings. People should grow up and stop using alcohol as an excuse to do whatever the hell they want.

That being said, I have no problem with alchohol if it is utilized responsibly. It actually can be quite nice when used as a social stimulant.

Sorry, just ranting.

P.S. - White Russians are the shit.

Playing Games

Stomp, stomp go the crash of feet
Look up, smiling face - a sceam.
A giant amongst elves
He heeds no care
This isn't a game
Instead, murder.

Hot, it creeps up.
Why, why? So you want to play that game?
Pain disappears, adrenaline overtakes
A monster has been created.

Burning passion for it
you shouldn't have created this.
Flesh meets flesh,
Only one survives.

Ball out!
Up, up I say - release that monster.
Flesh meets again,
this time, harder, faster, stronger.

The monster gets up
Where did this come from?
3 on 1,
the monster pays no heed.

Up and away they go,
like puppets being controlled.

The monster poaches,
Ball won! Ball won!
Placed back, now ours
You shouldn't have played that game.

But that other game?
Rugby?
It's beautiful.