I moved on her
I failed
I did try and **** her

That’s huge news there

I moved on her very heavily
I took her out furniture shopping
She wanted to get some furniture
I said I’ll show you where to get some nice furniture

I moved on her like a *****
I couldn’t get there
And she was married
And all of a sudden she’s got these big phoney ****
She’s totally changed her look

Woah – woah
Yeah the Donald has scored

I’m gonna use some tic tacs in case I start kissing her
Im automatically attracted
And when you’re a star they let you do it
You can do anything
Grab’em by the *****

Hello how are you?
You know Billy Bush?

We’re ready -
Make me a soap star

Melania said this was ok

Come on Billy don’t be shy
Get over here Billy

It’s hard to walk next to a guy like Donald.

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Her headphones,
A relic of the analogue age,
Create her mini world around her
As she
Autistically repeats the same phrase
Five hundred times on the piano's
Aching keys.

It didn't save last night.
Logic. Look it's gone.
Such a lot of stuff.
What was the point of all that then?
Are you sure you don't know how?

And the trains rumble past,
And the Shard keeps reaching up,
And the clouds keep keeping out
The sun from peeking through
From time to time -

And summer will PASS. US.  BY.
Quicker than the last time.
And we will wonder
With less surprise than last time.

Today I killed another of my lovers,
And drove to nowhere in particular
To taste the taste of air
When I am free.

I do it every few years -
It takes an hour or two until
I'm lost among the hills,
Then peace finds me...

Don't tell, but -
I missed my flight and...
And thought of you today.
That time when
You were working – a TV job...?
The details fade.

I was in the taxi
On my way
When suddenly the truth sank in –
I was not going to make it.

I almost called you
But I stopped myself -
You’d be at work,
I’d have to leave a message,
You’d call me back...

And the morale of the story
Would be - I am an idiot.
That’s all. An idiot.

I’m sorry and I feel stupid
And I want to call you now.

Now that I have
Something to confide
And no one to confide it in.

We're both writing notes to ourselves
That we hope the other will find -
Trying to poke and **** out our Jenga pieces
But finding both sides entwined.

She woke me up this morning
With a cry.
She'd walked into a wardrobe or something.
I wanted to know why...

She sent me for some Arnica
I don't know where it hides
By the time I got back
She was already back inside
the duvet covers.

I put the tube of gel down
Climbed back into bed
And said nothing.

We are strange lovers.