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Nothing came
The rays in the sun that day
And life isn't of surprises
You you could steal in
Pop the wall in the middle of the night
out of those heavy boots and clothes
And into cool blue
You're not even your toe
I find bed too big now
like those people you see on the way to work
Stuck in an endless queue of
Each one in own individual car
Half of coming from the same place
Going to the same
nowhere
They could the amount of cars by sharing a lift
Go on the bus, wipe out all the
I should rid myself of this bed, get myself a box
No waste of
No force of empty wasted space for your body to create dent in
I miss your
You're back, how are
What are you up to? getting on
off

Eighteen months ago they in here
The scrap dealer to one side
And violinist to the other
Each morning we'd wake to the chorus
Of cookers and fridges dragged on their sides across the concrete
by ravel's bolero
At first this was the sound we'd ever heard

Hammer a six inch nail into my ear
Shove a red hot poker up my
Make me walk on hot and broken glass
Gouge out my eyes with a cocktail
Rip my off
The pain would be so much than doing nothing to me at all

It was dream again, when I was on the table
There was bright lights, and laurence olivier out of 'the marathon man' down at me
As they unbuttoned my and unravelled my sweater
And the and the vest peeled
And said "did die in here? "

So, whose bed you been in then?
Some arsehole I'll bet
I can see you
And it fucking
God, I want to buy you bagels and cream for breakfast
Run the corner shop without my undies or socks on
Make some fresh coffee, hop back into warm bed
And have chats I miss so much
Another coffee?
Fancy to the pub later
God, it's to see you
You always me up