Lyrics & Poems

Well I stole your picture,
Hibernated in your bed,
Took some souvenirs from your draw,
So I try to work out why,
This fascination grew,
Why I’m rolling in your clothes down on the floor.

I’ll give them to your brother,
To give back to you,
Goes to show my conscience always cares,
Now I’ve left you a note,
And pinned to to your ghost,
I hope you’re home the next time that I stay.

Now you’re in my Garden?
Sprawled out on the grass,
A drunk maid borrowing my stuff,
Well I didn’t see this coming,
When I was sleeping in your room,
Truth is that I’ll never get enough.

(Source: davegerardmusic.com)