Thursday afternoon, will you walk me home from...

Time to hide in the cupboard again
praying that she wont be found...

Bloodshot eyes
and fallen hopes...

Driving down the highway
pull up on the side of the road...

When the men working at the construction site
suddenly over take your head...

The morning light is so beautifully reflected upon...
and as the light is reflected upon my face...

With one word its all blown away
hit the ground with nothing left to say...

The smiles she fakes
are always the same...

We met one night really late
In my mind I still remember it all...

She went to bed
with tears in her eyes...

Running through tram stops and train crossings...

The fairytale is short lived
life is empty...