This house is too social
Kitchen constant coffee confessional
They're in luck, the sun pours in
I seize the moment, retreat within
Daddio I'm losing with both hands
March to my bedroom, make amends
Feel so silent, ageing child
Only clean up when a pretty boy comes 'round
Curse my laziness, lack of technique
As I suck up sea shells once romantically plucked
Swallowed accidentally
This tired failing landlord's machine
Knitwear folded behind closed doors
Lamps will improve woodchip on the walls
I was once spoilt by you
Now I ramble with something to prove
Preparing for love
Repairing for love
Preparing for lust
Preparing
It's all broken, life can be a bitch
When you're running on old, upheld promises
You are there, but are you here
Like a Saint, might you reappear
This life is too social
Kitchen constant coffee confessional
We're in luck, the suns' pouring in
Seize the moment, retreat within