Concrete

Pissing it down, I’m not dressed for it At a mate’s party by the station Or in the off-licence waiting in the queue Chatting shit and altercations Painting scenes and situations But in my mind I struggle to draw you Face on the concrete One door down from your mum’s place Walked all the way from town Where the girls and the boys chat winter weather Getting off but never ending up together Sunday morning, never felt better Freezing cold, doubled up in a sweatеr You try to forget her And claim that you nevеr felt better Dash lights up like a Christmas tree As I effortlessly hit about sixty Keys on the dresser And claims that you never felt better Down by the market Packet of cigs falls right out your pocket You didn’t even notice how the rain started pouring You don’t give a fuck And you left as soon as the cherries lined up