So you thought you’d split up but it turns out she thought the pair of you were just ‘on a break’.
You’ve split up now, for sure, after what you’ve done. Even the Khat chompers drooling on the pavements of Streatham seem to have more integrity than you. So you start walking.
And you end up in Whitstable, staring at the Maunsell Forts…
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Gone. Done. Wrong.
Is this a break or are we all done?
Will you wait her while I’m gone?
Paid the price for an unmade bed
And you are gone, out of here, without a tear.
Khat men do nothing but chew
Under a blue moon tonight.
As their drool pools they stare through you.
Your horse done run. You gone done wrong.
Aching and cross desperate because
Something you can’t replace just got lost.
A fist or a wave to the even-favourite.
A kiss or a crave, all you’re left with is this song. So long.
As distant as the Maunsell forts,
It’s what you do with the sadness that counts.
Plant some seeds, grow emotional needs
And keep them well watered and warm.
Aching and cross desperate because
Something you can’t replace just got lost.
