Too Social

This house is too social
Kitchen constant coffee confessional
They’re in luck, the sun pours in
I seize the moment, retreat within
Gladioli and hoover in each hand
March to my bedroom, make amends

Feel so silent, ageing child
Only clean up when a pretty boy comes 'round
Curse my laziness, lack of technique
As I suck up sea-shells once romantically plucked

Swallowed accidentally
By this tired failing landlord's machine
Knitwear folded behind closed doors
Lamps will improve woodchip on the walls

I was once spoilt by you
I ramble with something to prove

Preparing for love
Preparing for lust
Repairing for love
Preparing ..

Woke up with bruises on my legs
Bad circulation, that's what he said

'It's all broken, life can be a bitch
When you're running on old, upheld promises'
You are there, but are you here
Like a Saint, might you reappear

You are there, but are you here
Like a Saint, might you appear

There you are, but are you here?
Like a Saint might you appear..

This life is too social
House a crowded confessional
We're in luck, the sun pours in
Seize the moment, retreat within

Preparing for love
Preparing for lust
Repairing for love
Preparing

 

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