Please stop talking
Or I’m out the door
I cannot listen
To you any more
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
Please stop talking
Or I’m out the door
I cannot listen
To you any more
The hairdressers who first permed my hair
The record shop that’s no longer there
The place the first ring pierced my nose
The stall that sold those second hand clothes
The school that taught me how to grow
The man who showed me all I know
The pub I was in every Saturday night
The doorway where I held you tight
The café where I laughed and cried
The club where I danced eyes open wide
The hospital visit that left a scar
The venue where I lost my bra
For all the hours spent here
Both good and bad
I know they were the best
I’ve ever had
If only
I had
stayed
here
I’d have
known
what it
was like
To
live a
life of
happiness
Instead
of one
so full
of spite