Today

Dear friend,

I am not sure why I am writing this letter. You’re not going to read it. Maybe that’s how we should talk though, through letters. Hello. How are you? Yours faithfully. Yours sincerely.

Remember when we spilled ourselves beneath the rising sun

One for sorrow but two for joy, in all that we had done

Promised me you wouldn’t fall apart the moment you looked away

You were all of them, the reasons I had to stay

But I just feel a touch too tired today

I just feel a touch too tired today

Like a January, I have a sore throat. They’re taking the lights down in the high street. The days are getting longer. Like a January, there is an outside, out there. I miss you. When was the last time we went out?

Remember when we spilled ourselves beneath the rising sun

One for sorrow but two for joy, in all that we had done

Both our father’s sons in the mistakes that we made

We both knew right then, this moment had come too late

‘Cause I just feel a touch too tired today

‘Cause I just feel a touch too tired today

You’d be there. Up against a bar. It’d be busier in here, no doubt. We’d probably be in the middle of some chat about the weather, about something needless, like the difference between envy and jealousy. Enjoy words we made up, enjoy the feeling of the upholstery, cheap, coarse, on our soft hot fingers. Enjoy not being there, go away, we’re here, stand your ground, don’t worry mate, I’ve got your back. We were there. You were there.

Now you’re not. But you still are. But you’re not here. Remember when you said. But you’re always here. Now you’re not. But you still are. But you’re not here. Remember when you said. But you’re always here.

You said we would be best friends forever.

I just feel a touch too tired today

I just feel a touch too tired today

I just feel a touch too tired today

I just feel a touch too tired today

I just came to say hello, don’t follow

I just came to say hello