I’ve been late to the party all my life
Only been invited once or twice
I’m not really the party type
Too afraid to have some fun and walking through dried ice
I saw you at one
If I kissed you then I’d run
To find another undercover
To run away from
I’d talk in the corner
Read the record sleeves
The books on the shelves
Well they won’t read themselves
Your words would mean more
Than any black and white
I’d just hope and wish you’d teach me
How to live a life
When the party’s over
I’m wrapped up in the dawn
Later I’ll be sober
Tomorrow you’ll be gone
23/03/2023 Thursday 671
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