That ******* pile of bricks will be the end of me,
Its killing me and my love,
I'd fight it, but i dont know which weapons i need,
Its not me he's thinking of,
A hammer would only cause some of the passage,
Openness and conversation do the rest,
But he clogs up at the mention of, tell me "baby",
I dont know what to do for the best,
Do i walk away and leave him to it?
Or do i fight and wait for the bricks to subside?
What if he wants me to walk away, but cant bring himself to say goodbye?



(c) eileen mcgreevy 28/12/09