So if I told you I was drunk
Soporiphically sedated,
And wrote unguarded words
Would apologies be less obligated?
You might say, why do you waste your time on me,
But its my time
And I shall waste it as I please.
I have told all the staff
That sitting with you is like
Uncorking a summer day
And they laugh.
Told them that if JCB
Built social change
They’d model you for plant machinery.
And I think that they believe me.
But I can tell you nothing,
As you won’t listen
Could try to pass a flower
But would see you hand go missing
I guess you’ll always taste
That ill fitting kiss
And I dream of an embrace
That never did exist.
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