Waiting For You To Arrive

I'd wait for you to arrive

Never sun-kissed

Always nervous

Tired eyed but alive

Pale and freckled

Scarred and reckless

Eyes mismatched in colour

Like no other I've tried to find

"5 Became 3

3 Became 2

2 Became 1"

Songs of love from when we knew that the other was enough

When evenings were sung away down the wet room drain in the echo chamber

We'd run through a few of our songs

And then another one

Until it was no longer fun

Then we'd be done

I'd see you off with a sigh

Arms outstretched

Chest to chest

Like knives pulling out as we'd pull away in goodbye

It's not easy when you're as pathetic as us, we'd realise

"Missing something

Missing somewhere

Missing someone"

Songs of love from when we cared

Because the other was enough

And evenings were sung away down the wet room drain in the echo chamber

We'd run through a few of our songs

And then another one

Until it was no longer fun

Then we'd be done