Your prizes are collecting dust by their phones
But pretty women you've won don't seem pretty anymore
There's a penny to your name but not one for your shame
Take a breath, restless one; your love-rut's back on
The conquest is done, your charming guile has won.

Come with me.
Pause with me.
Welcome this hollow with me.
Feel the ache from relentless chase.
Let's write a little
cry a little
moan a little
But love a lot.

I'll make you my favourite acid, little trips ever night
A giggle for a kiss a kiss for a giggle till we're giddy-light
You'll tell me lies, lots of pretty sachharine lies
I'll smile, invent a book worth of fiction for my mind
Then just when I'm chips in, cut my wings mid-flight

I promise, for you I'll cry.