Undone

Since when were you not the last bullet left in the barrel of a smoking gun?

It’s the time not the scenery that keeps chewing me back to front

And the man that I hopelessly was living for has been and gone

Keep it undone

Every hair on my vitamin, so much better than having a clue

Lovers’ spit in the ice bucket

It’s a note that I stuck on you

And I’m not so magnetic as the fishing eye that saw you through

Getting it all wrong

Notional landslide

Once

The moment I met her

It’s the thought of you on the shitty arm of a horse-faced fucking goon

Don’t he strum like your Spotify filler? Never really reaching through

It’ll never be better, but I hope it’s nearly as good

Leaving home for big nothing