the heady smell of your sweat is deep in the pillow tonight and it's a concoction of emotion knowing that before your clammy nightmares last starlight I started it with hills and arch of hips and arse lying peaceful next to you we even kissed once and we don't do that anymore
I sat at our old picnic place where we'd smoke 'n' pull the wool over our chilly hands 'longside the sea wanted to remember there were good things
because today I was tubby lazy lying braying brazen a failed fool who'd...