 You don't have to deny your urge,
It doesn't make you bad.
On our admission the make weight's lifted,
Stop dwelling on the past.
I think about the three of us,
I wonder how we tesselate,
It would have been much wiser,
To allow these feelings to rebate.
Empty words so free of connotations,
All dreams come to an end.
Codify your utterance, communicate your needs,
Prepare your vocabulary.
My nervousness prevails me,
My thoughts are becoming fugitive,
And when I'm in your arms,
I wonder how much I can give.
The weekend is a Godsend,
The night time is a lifeline,
Another useless fumble,
Another drunken stumble,
The pinkness round your iris,
Reveals that you've been crying,
But I don't know what my crime is,
I cause upset without trying.
People are judged on their mistakes,
And how much money that they make.
No-one wants to lose their youth,
In a trench like this.
Visiting the same places,
Kissing all the same faces,
Building up support,
Looking for rapport.
I empty out my pockets at the end of the Night,
Another scrawled first name,
Another sense of shame.
I need to get to bed,
Before I fail myself again,
We got to close that night,
And I reached out for your hand.
The night time is a lifeline,
The weekend is a God send,
Another useless fumble,
Another drunken stumble,
Oh but the pinkness near your iris,
Reveals that you've been crying,
But I don't know what my crime is,
Behind my crumbling veneer.
My strength is sapping,
My heart strings are snapping,
Ooooooooo.
My strength is sapping,
My heart strings are snapping,
Ooooooooo.
Ooooooooo
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