Wednesday, 23 August 2017

Photographs From Last Summer

Walk out and close that door
Don't turn back
There's no point you even hanging on to the keys any more
The locks were changed
Before you even left.

Brother we used to have dreams
What the fuck happened to us?
There's a whole world out there to be discovered
And I can't even find something as small and trivial as love.

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