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