“I would trade my mother to hear you sing”

“How am I supposed to pretend I never want to see you again?”

“Your world keeps spinning and you can’t jump off. But I will catch you if you fall”

“Suppose I kept on singing love songs just to break my own fall”

“Always feeling tired, smiling when required. Write another year off and kindly resign”

“Expelled the Marxist ghost, The cynical consumerist remains”

“Flicking through a little book of sex tips. Remember when the boys were all electric?”

“Yeah its friction, on my afflictions, Yeah an addiction, hard to take”

“You wrote your number on my hand but it came off in the rain”

“And then the words will come to you, driving through the rain. But there’ll be no one there to say them to anyway.”