Another chance
Of release 
That you could want
Easily 

Don’t walk out
Exhaust
Every last excuse

Moment’s thought 
Warped 
Into memory 

I let emotion lie
Idle and unused
But when I see you cry
I can feel it boom
Throws me forward
Breaks the bones of 
What was mending
What was ending soon

Don’t walk out
Exhaust
Every last excuse

Moment’s thought 
Warped 
Into memory 

Another chance
You won’t need 
If I won’t ask 
Won’t compete 


Boom

My favourite room is perfect 
Though dark and not quite finished yet 
But, oh, you will see 
You'll be faint with disbelief 
Paintbrushes in my pocket 
Talking with the closet 
I'll sing 'Perfect Blue' 
To imaginary you 
Soon 
My favourite room is perfect 
Exactly how I pictured it 
Now, all it needs 
Is your feet on the settee 
For when you come and see it 
Your jaw will drop astonished 
When will this be? 
When, my darling, will this be? 
Soon

lauraperkins