Living Room

I've seen the sunrise in your come to bed eyes, and it's still a suprise when it touches the ground. Because you're always walking away from me - I'm tired of talking, the misery is all engulfing. From sky to sea. You're never around.

And all I want now is to dance through the night like tomorrow has no relevance. My voice isn't right, but I'll try and sing you off the fence. In two brittle arms we can swing around 'till the sun comes up in this humdrum town.

All your old school friends are hiding in dead ends and trying to pretend that they're happy with this. While the mid-20 somethings (like you and like me), with our hearts filled like dustbins (with things we don't need) are striving and struggling to be complete while falling to bits. So give it a miss

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DaveAbbott