My insides hurt over this

My insides hurt with memories of last time we

Fought over board games got drunk until 3 winding each other up

Oh and I’m missing it

I miss it we’re missing it

I wonder will you iron my knickers

Fall asleep snoring to the late late after one

Glass of blue nun chats of wooden spoon threats with your coat pockets brim full of tissues

And holy medals we’re missing it

When all this is done you’ll be sick of us

Invading your house waking you at 6

With kids screaming loudly they’re crazy they’re running to you

You squeeze them so tight as only you can

We’ll not let go when all this is done done done

When this is done we’re running to you

Thinking we’re 16 again

Stumble home hiding in bushes waiting for your eyes thrown to heaven

But there’s sandwiches in the fridge & hot water bottles in the bed

Oh I’m missing it, we’re missing it

When all this is done you’ll be sick of us

Invading your house waking you at 6

With kids screaming loudly they’re crazy they’re running to you

You squeeze them so tight as only you can

We’ll not let go when all this is done done done

When this is done we’re running to you

Faces of best friends and sing songs and stories

Doling out well meant abuse and staying up till sunrise

20 thousand whats app voice mails is just not the same

As pouring your red wine or sounds of the craic of us laughing and fighting and together

When all this is done you’ll be sick of us

Invading your house waking you at 6

With kids screaming loudly they’re crazy they’re running to you

You squeeze them so tight as only you can

We’ll not let go when all this is done done done

When this is done we’re running to you