Bittersweet.
And memories of melodies
And Saturday and lies
And motion and immobile
And sand and sea and sky
And friction burns on finger-tips
And any kind of drug
And mercenary changes
And take it with a shrug.
And mornings from the night before
And washing out the stains
And all this joy and comedy
And causing so much pain
And decadence
And cheap pretence
And lie awake all night
And turning round to see you’ve gone
And giving up my sight
And all my lover’s finery her perfume
And her kiss, her love
And her rejection
And all the things I miss
And all my lovers finery her perfume
And her kiss, her love
And her rejection
And all the things
I
Miss…