You didn't tell me

When you opened your door

That one day you would slam it on my fingers

Trap my tail

Put on the red light

And sail into the sunset

Guns blazing with Mickey Bubble

Crying a river into his Dom Perignon

Popping your cork

Floating your boat

And dripping his caviar on the deck...

 

                      Wasted

 

Like the texts I sent

That flew into your pigeon post

With the ghost of Christmas past

 

Release the door

And the tales you spun

Slap my boat race

Twist your stilletoes

Into my town halls

 

Go on - tell me I mean fuck all

Go on - call it a day

Go on - tell me I'm small

Go on - call it whatever you say...

 

                      Call it odd

 

But...

            P.S. I love you

                 My door will still open

 

                                   You've got the key !