Every morning of every day
the hours drag
us down and further away
in the shadows of the trees planted in rows
I study your behaviour and realise how little about you I know
Every missed opportunity
I dwell on
feels like a knife through my chest
In the back of a black Cadillac
out of place and too far gone to turn back
those hours that dragged
have been flattened and stretched out like dough
I thought a door was supposed to open for every one that closed?
I want to soar like a bird of prey
and not just lie here
and drift further away
from you
A pop-punk compilation benefitting the beloved Club 85 venue in Hertfordshire, UK, featuring contributions from 32 bands. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 8, 2020