I'm thinking of packing my bags,
Leaving on the next train
Just to get out of this state of mind,
I'm blind to my senses.
I'm thinking of nothing in particular.
And money saved yet never used.
I wish I had those.
I'm thinking of hot cross buns
And beer drunk from a wine glass.
Of doing th crossword comunally,
It never works.
I'm thinking of early mornings
While it's still dark
And the rats are still asleep by the bins.
I'm thinking of Duran Duran,
And Depeche Mode,
And Dogs on heat.
I'm thinking of
Pot noodles and mobile phones
And yesterday's Korma.
To stop me thinking of you.