Nothing came under

                The rays remained in the sun that day

And life isn't full of surprises

               You think you could steal in

  Pop over the wall in the middle of the night....

Climb out of those heavy boots and clothes

And into that 
cool blue

You're not even dipping your toe

   I find this bed too big now

It's like those people you see on the way to work

                                     Stuck in an 
endless
 queue of traffic

Each one in their own individual car

        Halfofthemcomingfromthesameplacegoingtothesameplacegoing nowhere.

                                  They could quarter
 the amount of cars by 
sharing
 a
 lift

     Go on the bus, wipe out all the cars

I should rid myself of this bed,
 get myself a 
cardboard box

No waste of space

No force of empty wasted space for your body to create its dent in

I/miss/your/back/

You're back, how are you?

What are you up to? Getting on okay?

fuck off..............

 Excerpt from "Untitled" 
by the tindersticks


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