End of the week
Memories of secret handshakes
You’d speak my language
It seems, I cease to believe you’re gonna leave
I have said three separate goodbyes in one week. That’s three too many.
I can’t stand it.
I’m sure saying (indefinite) 'see you laters' must be on that stress list thingy of actions that make your blood pressure rise, have you reaching for the Gin at lunchtime and grinding your teeth at night. I displaced my jaw last week nocturnally gnashing my molars. I kid you not.
Plus the continual rain and grey skies don’t do much to warm my cockles, they don’t yield the same poetry above New York skyscrapers, as they do above the beloved rooftops of the original namesake.
I’m getting away for a bit. Finally I have taken heed of enough ravings about Philadelphia and her pretty markets and have been tempted.
I'm taking my swimming costume. See, you can't kill optimism.
Have a good weekend, comrades.
You’d speak my language
It seems, I cease to believe you’re gonna leave
I have said three separate goodbyes in one week. That’s three too many.
I can’t stand it.
I’m sure saying (indefinite) 'see you laters' must be on that stress list thingy of actions that make your blood pressure rise, have you reaching for the Gin at lunchtime and grinding your teeth at night. I displaced my jaw last week nocturnally gnashing my molars. I kid you not.
Plus the continual rain and grey skies don’t do much to warm my cockles, they don’t yield the same poetry above New York skyscrapers, as they do above the beloved rooftops of the original namesake.
I’m getting away for a bit. Finally I have taken heed of enough ravings about Philadelphia and her pretty markets and have been tempted.
I'm taking my swimming costume. See, you can't kill optimism.
Have a good weekend, comrades.