don’t take on the world

the mornings alone
little to fight for
so maybe drop the fight
don’t take on the world
maybe give it a rest
maybe don’t be obsessed
maybe go out for a run

but your leg’s still swollen from the knee op you did
and the sun is hiding
while the wind just screams
its incessant strength
its incessant noise
and today is not the day
today is not the one, no…

and I think of you, my friend
of the times you told me about
when you could not even get out of your bed
or stand yourself

and I think of you, my love
wonder why we waste so many days
divided by a floor
when you could just knock on my door

the evenings, they come
but they won’t let go
no more cigarettes
no more alcohol
at least not until you are on the pills
and it feels like it won’t end…
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am colin-clegg: vocals, guitars, keyboards, drums, bass
fm colin-clegg: percussion