(Heaton/Rotheray). The sheets won't need changing everyday. The freezer supply should last a year. Those hidden little points that you're away. Nothing much has changed since you were here.
(Heaton/Rotheray). . Who's gonna tell the orange. they're actually brown. Who's gonna mop up for grey. when they've painted the town. It's the news that everyone dreads.
You'll know when romance is dead. Your make up in a toolbox somewhere in the shed. His face is unshaven, the grass overgrown. From the shed to the bed is a web you call home.