This fatigue symbolises our impure friendship
One word to make me insecure
The burning desire to free myself from the shackles of torturous reality
The mundane slip into dreams of twilight
The rain after the sun, all those nights we fell out of our self
Into strange towns, strange conversations
Not going home until we\'re satisfied and left
With an empty ache and no reason for why we\'re disjointed
Blaming each other for our problems
Taking no real accountability in the proximity of destiny
Power, love, friendship, addictions, fantasies
Moments escape us when everyone else is asleep
We frequently doubt we will wake from this dream
We are kings in our own little playgrounds
Planting seeds in fertile lands of hope
We swim like moonbeams, sulphur and blackberries
Chasing rabbits and hanging around with nothing important to do
Little obtuse and mawkish birds feed us chimeras
Mouths full of piano and we\'re falling deep
You watch me sleep like a baby and tell me I\'m yours
You care for me like delicate china and when I\'m mizzling
You light up my world with sunshine
But you can never really alleviate the pain
The numb part of me memorising the lines of heaven
Take me to your quiet softness
Where the rain doesn\'t wash away the colours
Where the eye\'s genocide remembers
Orange leaves falling into place like rose petals.