I turn to the booze and my thoughts turn to you But I'm not blaming the drink for the things I do

It's with regret I am succumbing to nostalgia Been thinking 'bout you on that Lanzarote lounger

Forward, morning after, naked if not for two blister plasters She held a cold can of Summer Fruits between her warm thighs Condensation glistens, sweat beads drip into my eyes

You stand unmoving while the world keeps turning Thought your heart was broken, but it's only yearning Union Flag is waving while the building's burning Embers ablaze, long throes always

A milestone, a millstone A molehill, a molehill to die upon

I stare at my phone, I am willing you text me You sleep on the south coast, with a boy who's milquetoast I'd eat him for breakfast

We're waiting at a waning precipice now There's salt in all the sugar, ants under the leaves I believe

Cavalcade through antemortem, terminal suburban boredom Summon second magpie for a small dopamine hit

Count the straight hairs in my wet shave Costly words from mouth of cheapskate Sticky floors and stiff applause

One thousand memes I sent to you, emoji reacted to

So how does it seem like I've been coping? My brain is fried and my spirit's broken Working for the coin-op guillotine

Line engaged cradle to grave, you occupy liminal space A recipe for disaster, a table laid for two I’m mouth agape arms open wide, not to receive but crucified The wind whistled a tune I stole and sang for you

No lie, I would lay down my life For any rat in the road Yeah I, I'd lay down my life for you Depressive episode

I look above me, there's a dirt cloud A grand piano, fraying rope When the halo slips, we beg instead Give us this day our daily dread

Every vodka mixer in the club was not enough Nowadays it's Live Laugh Love and listen to Death From Above

Craned my neck to see the supermoon As the top deck gets hot boxed Swore ourselves we'd have a Shandy Summer We ain't slumming No, you gotta detox to retox

God only knows why she's worrying, worrying about me God only knows I am scurrilously making this about me It's not as if I want her to, I want for nothing Each evening, morning, afternoon, I want for nothing

Capital don't care, we're eating at the trough I'd like to teach the world to scream at all of the above Anxieties and maladies and falling out of love

Time will come when we know that we oughta drive to the horizon of American Water Bankrupt, a frozen donation thermometer Grab you by the hips and say it’s you that I’m grateful for

Though I love them like a brother, me and my friends are sick of each other Little to do, a positive menial attitude