Looking back it's funny that we never lied. That night we met when were both alone. We knew at once that what we'd want was just that night. Knew it couldn't be forever.
Though up till then I'd thought that what I had was fine. I realised then as the earth moved that first time. That I had had more here inside. Just waiting for the vital spark.
It makes you so angry. You rage and rage again. But you can't spit it outside. It's bottled in your brain. You feel it in the darkness. The rage inside you grow.
When I'm away I think of you. And how you're where I want to be. And there's on thing I gotta do. Get back to you to be free to be me. . 'Cause anytime I don't like it.
Stop and go on an empty crossing. The lights keep changing to only their hum. And standing in line along the kerb. The binbags wait till the morning comes.