I know I hold the brush but I cannot paint a stroke of paint upon the canvas of out life our colours are unclear our future blurred in fear and fuchsia nobody can live in fuchsia no matter how hard they try.
I loved you for about an hour on a random beach in Dublin sometime around 1979 or there about friends say it never happened I was too young but it did I know I loved you for about an hour on a random beach sometime, somewhere , somehow I loved you for about an hour on a random beach in Dublin around 1979 or just before.
You talk about love like it’s real like folk can be happy together you talk about love like it’s okay to feel happy you talk about love like it’s real like things can work out okay like no one hates the day you talk about love like it’s real like it could happen anyway any day anytime anywhere how bizarre you talk about love like it’s real.
For gods sake just leave it I said I no longer care I said too much work I said walk away I said I don’t need this I said bore off I said I am better than this I said just leave I said and **** me he did!