Mornings are the next best thing
to the next best thing I've never experienced.
Bring the kettle to the boil and taste the car crash of me
vs the daydreams as a child
Newspaper clippings remind me of a world
I used to want to know
in the back of my mind to my youth on a skateboard
Each day seems simple when you're twelve and nothing to lose
everything to gain
so easy to walk out the door, what does the world have to say?
ill drink my tea before it gets cold and Ill have to make another
sun scalding through the window kiss the freshly cleaned floor
one chore crossed off the list and more to go
these are the days that remind me who am I talking too?
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