Take me home
My heart is tired and sad
By the warm microwave light
I’ve got the blues

No energy ever dies.
I put you near my bathroom sink,
in the hope your energy tells me nice things
in the morning.

God is a hungover slob
who doesn’t wear pants,
I will miss you like a house on fire.

Dear god I miss you
and I dance to the blues
feeling sick all the while
my toes are anemic
there’s a frog in my throat
it’s all a bit wrong
and we dance to the blues
two left feet all the while
it doesn’t quite suit us
these bathroom tiles on the floor
the ballroom dancing to the blues
we don’t touch all the while
dear god I miss you
I haven’t seen you in weeks
it’s all a bit wrong
and all a bit blue.