We met at nine o'clock on a Monday night
In a pub we found with a garden and fairy lights
We got tipsy on strawberry cider
And shuffled closer in the cold
And I kissed you like we were fourteen years old

Strawberry girl, won't you softly say my name
Write me into a song until our stories sound the same
Hold my hand and guide me into your night
Strawberry girl, you're my delight

The very first day of all the days we spent together
Snuggled up in a duvet, goosebumps in spite of the weather
And stories to catch each other up as our legs embraced
I remember clearly the heat of your face

Strawberry girl, won't you softly say my name
Write me into a song until our stories sound the same
Hold my hand and guide me into your night
Strawberry girl, you're my delight

So meet me at nine o'clock next Monday night
There's a pub I know, and the garden has fairy lights
We'll be tipsy on strawberry cider
We'll shuffle closer in the cold
And I'll kiss you like we're fourteen years old
My strawberry girl

strawberry girl

Every time the sun comes out I miss the darkness
And missing is a lovely thing to do

Let's make ourselves beach gnomes
You can have the pointy hat and fishing rod
I'll try grow a beard
And then we'll sit ornamentally on the shore
You start the barbecue
The fire roars like lions, like lions

Slowly, slowly dusk starts falling through the sky
Until the horizon is wet with inky blue
You're down by the ocean's edge
Silhouetted artsily against the light
Like a mermaid

It makes me miss the brightness just for now

drunk on the beach

The smell of diesel lingers on my hands
The wind makes my hair feel thick
Salty tears on my lips

The smell of him on my collar
Cold cheeks and a nose that runs
Only change in my pocket and nowhere to go but the world

So why am I sat here waiting?
My clothes feel damp and
I taste smoke but it's his smoke, only his smoke

Cold nights spent out here in the dark
And months of sleeping in my car
Cause I'm already home

My diesel hands slip off the wheel
The pedals catch beneath my heels
Cause I'm already home

diesel hands

You make me sick
The kind that comes on quick
And it feels like I'm drowning
And I can't stop frowning
Cause you're too far away
You're too far away

It makes me cry
A little water in my eye
Cause nothing's as good as
The smell of your hoodies
When you're so far away
You're so far away

You're too far away

far away

It's not about you if I cry until I'm sleeping
Or if I'm full of mean words that I end up repeating
It hurts if you go, but it's harder if you stay
Cause one day you could catch it, and then you'll feel the same way

It's not about you if I hide in the bathroom
Or if I let it ring until you reach my answerphone
Sometimes I wish you'd draw the line closer
We both know that I'm fucking you over

I'm not thinking bout you
And it's a dick move, I know
I'm sorry you're here
But you won't let me let you go

I'm not thinking bout you
There's not much space inside my head
I'm sorry you're here
But I would hate if you were somewhere else instead

sorry you're here

It's been a year since we said 'hi' for the first time
And now you're sleeping in my lap
If I'd have known we'd get together at the worst time
I probably would've backed out

But now I know I need you more than ever before
And every night I thank the gods for getting it just right

And as we clink our mugs of wine
Not a star shifts out of line
Against the odds, we're doing fine
I like it when you're mine

Natasha Brimble