THANKS MIKEY
LONDON SHOW
COME SEE ME SINGING
gianluca bottoni ©
you send me round my own head
thoughts surrounding as i lay me down in my own bed
with the sheet like wights and brain tied down to a stone cold pillow
but the pillow just feels like:
grey cement, open your eyes for this is my final lament
love songs ain’t for me no more, but this won’t be the last you hear for sure cos
men will send you everything you need
plus the money, sex and i can bet, they’ll all be taller than me
but this isn’t about alex, it never was you see
it’s about the girl who changed him
but it wasn’t meant to be
no this was never about alex, never about me
it’s about the one that was not the one but i was love blind to see
but what is love?
was this love?
or just a minor obsession with what i thought i needed, was this love?:
i will never know
but i feel my time is up and now it’s just time for me to go
don’t wait for me, please don’t wait
i respect your decision but if you ever have a change of heart,
know that it’s not too late.
i’m here