I don’t believe you
know every band I mentioned
but pretending’s cute
I could have and I should have and I had plenty of chances,
But my love for you inhibited risking any advances..
Now I see you in every poem,
hear your voice in every song,
Your hyper moods and loving smile,
is embodied in all the young,
I don’t one to see you at three o’clock
five out of every seven days
Because the silence that knocks every weekend,
drives me crazy I’m afraid.
Now I walk past tattoo parlours,
Pour myself more cups of tea,
Because seeing you in young adults,
is no longer enough for me.
You’re on my mind 24 hours a day
(one hundred and) 68 a week,
And I guess everything going up in twos,
explains why without you, life is bleak.
i dont have uni til 4pm
but im still going to go.
infact i’ma leave the door now.
let me get dressed…