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KILL ME EASY
Don't play me down; don't draw me over. Don't lead me where I want to go
and push me away. Don't tug my chain. when we're out, don't light my
cigarette, don't say, "I'll get these, my treat." Don't sit with your face so close
to mine. Don't leave me.
In the street, don't walk so I'll catch your scent on some faint breeze of
promise. Don't crack jokes about people we know or do those wicked
impressions. Don't play that game where you slap my hands, or point and go,
"Oooh," at mingers, or, "FA Cup," at blokes with lugs.
Don't stand on the kerb when the lights are green so you're half leaning into
the road, or wear those jeans, or any jeans, or clack your tongue like a
beatbox. Don't tell me every little thing you did today, or what you'll do
tomorrow, if you're up, which you won't be, when I'm sat watching the clock,
waiting for your call. Don't find me a brilliant site on the web I must check out
right now. Don't tell me people will buy that trash you flog online. Don't say, at
one in the morning, "There must be somewhere open round here."
At gigs, when we go to gigs, when we can shift our arses to leave the pub to
get to the gig, don't, don't play air guitar, and definately not doing jumps. Don't
tell people their feet shouldn't be so big. And don't undo another button on
your shirt, especially when you're hot.
Don't taunt blokes in football strips by asking if they've scored yet. Keep a
tissue in your pocket: snot shows on denim. Remember not everyone wants
to know what's weird about spewing tequila. Remember I'm a bit more quiet
than you. Don't change.
If we have to wait more than two minutes for the bus, don't say "Let's walk to
the next stop," and then swear as the bus goes by. With your finger. Don't say
people's dogs look stupid; not so they hear. Don't make me think there might
be a time when you'll be with me always. Don't let me walk you home and
leave me on the steps. Don't do that thing, when you leave me there, when
you put your fists in your jeans' pockets, hunch your shoulders and say,
"Alright, then?" like it's alright to leave me on the steps. Don't understand why
I look sad. Don't kiss me.
Don't come to the supermarket and spend the whole time saying
supermarkets are rubbish. Or pick up things I don't need. Or read the
ingredients with, "Fucking," put in. It isn't, "Hydrofuckinglysed vegetable
fucking protein," is it? And packet soups aren't made of crap. Don't tell the girl
on the checkout she ought to stand up for herself. Don't make me certain.
Don't make me want more.
Chinese restaurants will only ever give you one bowl of prawn crackers, and
you know it isn't a fact that they cost nothing to make. And the little painted
spoons aren't a gift. "Hello?" is not the answer to a question. And piss yellow
is not on every colour chart. You don't get money off because you're nice.
Don't be nice. Don't believe there's nothing I wouldn't do. There's nothing I
wouldn't do. Don't let me think, up your sleeve, there's a ticket to years
together. Don't say that stuff drunk if you don't mean it sober. don't be sober.
Don't wish, don't be sad for things. Don't hurt me when I'm not with you. Let
me always be with you.
Don't fool me round, don't tease me. Don't let me think there's anyone else in
the world but you. Don't let other people clear up after you, when you know
someone always will. Don't shake me down, don't steal the pain that tells me
I'm alive. When I see you, and all my dreams don't come true. Don't release
me. Don't let me go.
Don't fold me like a losing hand, don't dare me. Don't whisper to me, when I'm
asleep, you might be mine forever. One day. Don't take me apart to see what
ticks. Don't save me. don't ever, ever, be honest with me and tell me it's for
the best. Don't ask, don't care, kill me easy. Kill me like you do every time.
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