John Elton

And I'm reminded of a joke we had So, I go on my phone to tell you And your profile picture is the lad That your girlfriend gave birth to And I'd forgot Yeah, I'd forgot And that's my lot This illness I've got And you're wading through your life, I know It's blossoming, consuming so And it became your challenge to Push me out of all the places that your mind might have gone to But it doesn't hurt It doesn't hurt that much 'Cause there's a queue of people you've lost And I know It's hard to feel okay at night And I know That you prefer the easy life But I'd have shown you There was nothing to be frightened of Everyone was trying not To let you see I was enough So, this is all that's left of it A dull ache in my stomach pit As I try to make the memories fit A less rejecting narrative For me It's all for me Maybe I'll sleep Eventually