There are days when they are wrong about the weather.
On Darlinghurst road
i had almost three quarters
of that cigarette down my throat
before i was struck with the most
overwhelming urge
To rip the music
out from under your nails.
All those riffs
that i thought were ours
(silence)
were yours only.
(sound)
picnics, fluorescent lights, the road.
(silence)
I though we felt
the same thing
that we felt it together.
I was mistaken.
I felt nothing.
i had almost three quarters
of that cigarette down my throat
before i was struck with the most
overwhelming urge
To rip the music
out from under your nails.
All those riffs
that i thought were ours
(silence)
were yours only.
(sound)
picnics, fluorescent lights, the road.
(silence)
I though we felt
the same thing
that we felt it together.
I was mistaken.
I felt nothing.
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