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Drapht

Genres: Hip-Hop

Lost Lyrics - Drapht

Picture this: two thirty on the hottest night in June 

He awaits for no reason and checks his watch by the moon 

And his mouth feels as dry as his eyes as he struggles to rise 

and stops to contemplate his [wife's?] eyes as he does up his flies 

He finds his slippers where he left them under the chair 

behind the two cups and an old copy of Marie Claire 

And he switches on the coffee machine that, of course, works like a dream 

Catches sight of his reflection in the silver surface sheen 

and it's a face he knows well, although it should look less abused, 

with all these moisturisers and the skin products he used 

As he moves through the kitchen his homage to brush steel, 

across the new pine flooring that's plastic but looks real 

Past the plasma with the wide screen and cinema surround sound 

and he stops at his favourite spot by the window and looks down 

On the orange lit street at the edge of the private car park 

where his Audi TT is waiting safely in the dark (safely in the dark) 

Keeping it all inside of you (inside of you) 

Something will have to give 

And if you could, you'll take it back 

But you lose your way in the way you live 

Now he can hear windchimes tinkling out on the balcony 

and his phone beeping out a text message in the same key 

He checks it and it's Jill who used to be his secretary 

before they started an affair and things began to get really scary 

Now his wife Mary's getting wary of his lies 

like she's read the whole sordid story in his eyes 

It doesn't help that Jill's now saying that she's two weeks late, 

His mental state is really starting to deteriorate 

He never knew how he got so out of his depth 

or why he's broken more than all these promises kept 

And it's been ages since he's slept properly 

His sleep's now broken by these dreams of extra marital activity 

Trying to recapture the rapture he used to get 

from his material possessions and endless retail therapy sessions 

Should have listened to what his dad said before he died 

"The best things in life are the ones you can't buy, son" 

Keeping it all inside of you (inside of you) 

Something will have to give 

Wish you could buy a ticket back (a ticket back) 

But you lose your way in the way you live 

He used to feel so safe up here in his shrine to Ikea 

Away from the shouts and the louts, and the girls with the overpainted pouts 

And the queers and the dykes and the kids in their box-fresh Nike's 

delivering rocks to the house across the street on rusty mountain bikes 

He used to feel so safe up here in his shrine to Ikea 

Away from the shouts and the louts, and the girls with the overpainted pouts 

And the queers and the dykes and the kids in their box-fresh Nike's 

delivering rocks to the house across the street on rusty mountain bikes 

 

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