Growing up is painful.
Going down is gainful.
What a waste to do it on your own.
Don't you think that I don't know.
Oh, I know.
Breaking down in public,
I'll take you down the pub, Nick.
Unless you want to be alone.
Now there there.
Sorry to all concerned
For the time I crashed and burned,
For the week I barely slept.
Yes you really matter,
My heart's on a platter.
Don't you think I know your starved?
Find the words and start to carve.
Find a new perspective.
Neuter the invective.
Don't you think I feel it too.
Here it comes now:
I love you.
Sorry to all concerned
For the time I crashed and burned,
For the week I barely slept.
Don't you believe I believe?
I believe.
Friday, 1 June 2007
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