She said come Primrose
To watch the sunset
But I knew my presence
Wasn’t wanted
So I laid the other side of the field
Wishing it was a double date
But instead I’m just third wheeling
My mate
Maybe I’m too much
Actually, I know I am
I know I’m a lot to take
I get nervous and spill out
All this shit as if
I ate
It for my breakfast
He was feckless with me
And I was reckless with him
There’s a full moon tonight
I watch the sky dim
Wishing I could go to that pub
A stone throw from me
Neck a JD and flirt with the old boys
That see in me
That easy access
But this is a rehearsal, a practice
To stomach discomfort
Alone
And give love even if, to me
It ain’t shown
I don’t want to ruin nothing
For anyone
Not even myself
So I just chain smoke in the big one
Shiver my tanned skin
In the disappearance of the sun
Feel a crumb in the scatter of bodies
That huddle
But right now I’d do anything
For your cuddle
I still get embarrassed when I ask
What the cheapest backy is
But in times like this
Who can judge
The rollies I puff are only really a smudge
Of the charcoal crushed
Against my body right now
She’s watching the moon ascend
But let’s not pretend
It could ever compete with her beauty
Because those technicolour ruffles
She got on
Have ripped right through me
I’m truly
On my ones out here
I see that now
I need to allow it
And learn how to serve
Jack Jones
Swallow and spit out
Then reshape
All the curve balls life throws
These old ends
Make me think of old me and
Bring up old friends
But I couldn’t like myself back then
So am I even in that bunch?
I have a hunch
A few years from now
I’ll be let down
And find myself back to square one
Becuase I’m no longer jealous of you
For fucking your life up
Worst than I ever did
Or could or would
And I always feel my most insecure at a crossing
Stood being assessed by the others
Avoiding hossing mopeds
And stopping ahead of green
Because when I’m waiting there
I feel so seen
So exposed
I hate putting fags out to relight them
But I’d rather go through the O2 centre than round it
This time of night
I wanna pass women right now
Who cower like I do
In the missing daylight
When will you come home to me?
By Lyric Deep.
Lyric Deep™ 