You Cost Me My Summer

You Cost Me My Summer
That almost drunk sensation
That laughter on the vine
The photographs we never took
The interference of time

The butterflies and flowers
The British sunshine showers
Soaked clothes through to skin
The beauty of the sin

Then the government
Stepped in

And thunder turned black cloud
As you shouted out loud
The rules of the game had changed
And all of us became strange

Take away rights
Switch off the lights
The comfortable in their chairs
Sit back and watch the fights

We laughed less and kissed in fear
Insecurity never makes things clear
Should we stay should we hide
In the middle of this collide

You cost me my summer
Under a sky tory blue
And I’m drunk enough now
To say
Fuck you

©smokejack 2011