it's a dark room, it's an odd feeling,
it's a thickening soup and it leaves me reeling
from the way these things are and how they won't be again, or maybe they have and i've just forgotten

the lights have gone out and the strings have been cut, i don't like the alarms and my torch has been put
on the tall mantelpiece where it lights up the sofa, shining right in my eyes which might be what i go for

i'm lying on the duvet with my old headphones on, and beach walk drowns out the blaring that drones on
mouth full of sickly christmas chocolatey sweetness, i wonder if the town in the distance can see us

and of course they can't because the lights are not here, and i'm laying on my side so down drips a tear
i don't think i'm sad, it's just liquid fatigue, but suddenly that window view seems like it's leagues

away from this moment, where my new braces chafe, but i'm still eating chocolate and i know that i'm safe
and this wild friendly cocktail of happy tired pain, it dissipates and escapes as the lights turn on again

the little ones cheer and the weird spell is broken, but it's been like two hours and i feel like i've woken
from a dream where my mouth aches but still tastes like sugar, where i've left my own village staring wetly at another