Too Social

This house is too social

Kitchen constant coffee confessional

They're in luck the sun's pouring in

I seize the moment, retreat within

Gladioli & hoover in either hand

March to my bedroom, make amend

Feel so silent, ageing child

Only clean up when a pretty boy comes round

Curse my laziness, my lack of technique

As I suck up sea-shells once romantically plucked

Swallowed accidentally

By this tired, failing landlord's machine

Knitwear folded behind closed doors

Lamps will improve woodchip on the walls

I was once spoilt by you

I ramble with something to prove

Preparing for love

Preparing for lust

Repairing for love

Preparing

Woke up with bruises on my legs

Bad circulation, that's what he said

It's all broken life can be a bitch

When you're running on old, upheld promises

You are there, but are you here?

Like a saint might you re-appear?

You are there, but are you here?

Like a saint might you appear?

There you are, but are you here?

Like a saint might you appear?

This life is too social

House a crowded confessional

We're in luck, the sun pours in

I seize the moment retreat within

Preparing for love

Preparing for lust

Repairing for love

Preparing