Formula

Wakeful aching early mornings
Prise the desperation from your hands
Leaning out of bedroom windows
Books and hooks we steal from last night’s bands.

Take a girl’s name for the chorus
Repetition and repetition
Write it on a piece of paper
Add some words that I don’t understand.

Just drinking formula
Every think is wasted
We’re drinking formula
Every think is wasted

Seven years:
Seven years of implication
Debonair,
Critically self-effacing
Unaware:
Unaware of hours we’ve wasted
Far from here,
Soluble from weeks spent

Drinking formula
Every think is wasted
We’re drinking formula
Every think is wasted.

Cold and clear
Sentiment is spent
It’s closure
I’m a tear
Rolling down
An endless cheek
A metaphor
I’ll disregard
With total mercy.

You’re drinking formula
Every think is wasted.

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