Broken Thumb

Australia, I wanna love you,

But you make it so damn hard.

Another day, sleep in late,

Here I lay and there you are..

White washed news,

The sunrise crew,

Bicycles and passing cars.

I walk to the kitchen,

The house is empty,

The sink is full but I'm ok,

I what I say as I water the plants,

Listen to the wind dance,

Through the branches of a

Big old tree. It all feels so strange to me.

And I broke my thumb, being dumb,

Riding bikes got drunk last night,

Played a gig, had a swig,

And I thought I felt alright,

But then this morning, laying in bed,

My thumb was bigger than my head.

And I didn't know, what to do,

I lay there and thought of you,

About my mum so far away,

Skipped uni again today,

Call in sick, tell a lie,

Feel like I'm wasting my time.

So I called my dad, we had a chat,

It was nice to hear the crackle

Of his voice, gently, saying that he misses me,

And all the things, we used to do,

And I said dad I miss you too.

So I scroll though facebook, my news feed,

And I can't stand the things I see.

Tells me more kids should be taken away,

They want to repeat history,

Take everything, one's every known,

Another child without a home.

Taken away, torn apart,

Thrown in the back seat of a car.

Australia, I wanna love you,

But you make it so damn hard.

Australia, I wanna love you,

But you make it so damn hard.