face of the earth baby
with these full-on tint,
sharp, shades, can't
see me watching you
from behind dark glasses now eh?
I've got a pencil-thin gaze,
drawing out the shapes your lips make
when you say
"Yeah, my girlfriend's really cool that way"
I say "That's just great",
I'm happy for you, I am
and think, please don't make me
lie again,
cos I'm a scratch without an itch,
so make small talk while the weather's nice,
and don't stand
too close,
or I'll remember your smell,
and the bed-sheets I had thrown in the laundry,
damp with our sweat.
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