Dry Cleaning

Goodnight

Dry Cleaning


During what was probably
the longest two and a half months of my life
After a near death experience
I could not sleep
I was on edge at all times
And the only thing that kept me going was Saw Two

My cat died three months ago at seventeen years old
When this song plays I can remember the good old days
When I was a kid how we played together
with my cat at home alone with my brother
And all the good days I had with her
Good night sweet princess

She said, "Have you ever spat cum
onto the carpet of a Travelodge"

Unwanted oils

I keep fit running after my kids

Imagine being able to stack the odds
of lasting love entirely in your favor

How dare you I'm the best at what I do
How fucking dare you, don't touch me
You stole my childhood CDs you fuck

I need you all to shut up
I'm going through a tough time

Some bitch with a plaster on her face is laughing at me?

Friday nights in 91-92
Getting the 6: 15 Thameslink from Farringdon
to Leatherhead with this on my walkman

This song makes me remember
being at my Grandparents house
On the swing I had in the backyard
I must have been three or four years old

Sometimes there's also a particular smell
that activates this memory for me
Something like the smell of rain on thundery days
Anyway I had been swinging for hours
trying to reach higher and higher
And I felt like the king of the universe

Everything was so easy
Everyone was alive
And they looked so happy
I miss my grandmother

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