Last night I was talking to you
On a single bed
With a sincere face you assume.
This morning I'm in uniform
I'm giving you orders
Til it's time to go back home.
I can't be arsed for the A-Level talks
From someone who still believes
In things like Fate and Love.
I'll shroud myself in mystery
On road trips to the sea.
There's nothing I miss
There's nothing to be missed.
Warm bed, well fed
Bleeding gums, smoker's cough.
And when the gypsy fare comes to town
I mong myself out and I walk around.
Now I'm late getting up again
Something inside me rises and then
Descends, descends, descends, descends.
There's nothing I miss
There's nothing to be missed.
When I learned how to drive
My innocence was lost
Outside school gates
On summer days
I park between parents
And sink in a wave
Of shouts and smiles
And feed on
Excitement.
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