December's Traditions

December's traditions

Suck the last of summer from our cheeks

Draw the curtains, strip the trees

In so-called living rooms

Scottish pastimes come to roost

Love's labour stains a linen sheet

The ghostly body

Who makes his bed beside you

Is slowly losing teeth

The boy needs sunlight

And a shot of modesty

He needs to get some sleep

It's not the answer

A sticking plaster on a shattered bone

What do you need?

What do you need from me?

It's not the answer

Keep treating cancer like a cold

What do you need?

What do you need from me?

After months of grieving

Fuck the grief, I'm leaving

Will you leave with me?

The bloodloss, the towering cost

Of mouth to mouth and tongue to tongue

One lick brings warm metallic taste

I can't correct myself

Convince you that there's no-one else

In volumes of new leaves

If you want a saint you don't want me

It's not the answer

A sticking plaster on a shattered bone

What do you need?

What do you need from me?

It's not the answer

Keep treating cancer like a cold

What do you need?

What do you need from me?

It's not the answer

I'm just begging to be told

What you need?

What you need from me?

If I had the answer

I'd write a book on what I know

What do you need?

What do you need from me?