The Train Home

Why
can’t
it be
like that
all the
time

Talking,
laughing
and
drinking
wine

It
always
feels
like
such a
crime

When I
have to
return
to this
life of
mine

‘Drink Me’

I
really
should
just stop
now

I am
totally
out of
control

It seems
I have
well and
truly
fallen

Down the
proverbial
rabbit
hole

Last Orders

Is that
really
it

There’s
nothing
more?

She asks
while
falling
to the
floor

We’ve
drunk
it all

The
well
is dry

He
exclaims
with a
tear in
his eye

At Heart

I
remember
what you
would say

To
hurt
and to
annoy

But I
always
forgave
you

In
the
end

For you
were just
a little
boy

Wasted Time

If I regret anything now

It’s the arguments that we had

The silent treatment I gave you for days

The things I did to make you mad

Now you’re no longer here

I can’t put those wrong things right

And I have no choice but to live with that

For the rest of my fucking life

Xxx

Hard Times

Being
in love
with you

Sometimes

Was a
thankless
task

But I’d
do it
all again

You know

Without
having to
be asked

Xxx