So you hate me if I'm open. But you love me when I'm closed. I used to be outspoken. Only on the phone. . Used to keep my letters. Underneath your bed.
This is my hour, I'm never going to bed. The sky is still black, but begs to be red. I just put my book down, but it begs to be read. I'm not nod, I'm not napper, never rest my head.
If I want to sit in and drink super tenants in the day I will. No-one's going to fucking tell me Jack. But can you rely on anyone in this world?. No you can't, it's not my fault there's wall to wall empty cans.