I was walking earlier down the street, couple of tears.
Nothing I couldn’t cover up and beat.
I imagined you being civil, oh how sweet that could be, you sat down on the bench.
Sat down next to me.
You pulled up the bottoms of your trousers, even though your tall, that shouldn’t really bother you…your black dirty boots slam with force to the floor.
The pavement is under us.
The bus shelter is smelly and there’s chewing gum on the bench,
I’m trying to think right despite all the stench.
Your bright yellow t-shirt, I fucking hated cleaning them, and your stupid fucking cap with your greasy hair from the vents.
We sat and it was silent like the world had finally given us a chance.
We didn’t need to get violent, or fall back in love and dance.
We needed solidarity, a solution, something that would both make us content.
I don’t know,
but we can try,
I needed to tell you,
I waited like some kid like I did with him,
don’t blame me,
I was raised on fairy tales,
the ability to hope.
I never learnt how to cope.
As soon as you think its a lecture,
you stand up to walk away from the truth,
I guess, I thought we was even,
since you enjoyed smoking dope,
something that helped you.
the ability to cope?
Imagine that this bus stop,
isn’t in the place that you think,
its in the middle of a field,
no bus lane,
just cuddles and a cry.
For one last fucking time…
things could have changed,
they did change,
they changed in a blink,
I didn’t have to speak,
in riddles and twists,
but you Fucking Broke my Heart,
I thought it was already broken,
I felt you take it,