Before

Travelling meant so much

Travelling meant so little

A backpack and a bodged head lamp

Unwilling security and duty free baccy

Pissed before take off

I was neva gonna win

Landing in this familiar town

Let me show you around

Each time I fly

I fly, I fly further

Losing grip on the real world

But to be honest

What’s real?

Gin & Tonic

Chief stew to bed

I find myself pouring another drink

One is too many

1000 ain’t enough

But each night as the evening closes

I am all alone

Unsupervised

Un aware

That as that first drink hits my lips

Warms the belly,

Cheers me up.

I know I will not be here to see the evening close down

Ive grown accustomed to this hangover

Palming off sobriety from each day to the next

Perhaps I would be happier

Perhaps I would be stronger

Perhaps I would be better

But I will never know

As I will never see the end of a close down.

You

I see your face

A light turns on

I can’t look away

From your eyes, so deep

That cheeky grin as you look away

Melts my insides

Every time I want you closer

I don’t know how

To act so casual

When all I really want

Is you.