i wake up with you
in my head it's you
giving you an interview
see you like a spectre
streaming canned laughter
pouring from
the tap tap tap it's you
Every where I look is
you
I have read the book of
you
run over by the bus of
you
Driving through my sleep
Your impression burns my
cortex
I wish that we’d had more sex
The chances
are agin it
they are slim slim slim it
Must be true
Orpheus cannot rescue
you
There’s no way to get to
you
i wake up with you
in my head it's you
giving you an interview
see you like a spectre
streaming canned laughter
Ha ha clunk
I laughed off my head
Why don’t you drop dead
Go to that Bourne
Whence no traveler
returns
everyone that lived has tried
to turn the tide
king Canute is boinging
like starlight
On dee batout
It’s not even worth a
punt
No matter that I pray
flatout
Heart doesn’t rhyme with hunt
the opposite of faith
is certainty they say
Not doubt
Every where I look is
you
I have read the book of
you
Stand behind you
In the chip shop queue
The way to you is steep
run over by the bus of
you
Driving through my sleep
Driving through my sleep.
19/09/19
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