Face it
I would sit at home
Finding places
I wouldn’t go
There were traces
Of affable clones
But via phrases
I’d learned on my phone

I’m all of a flutter
I’m just watercolour

Won the raffle once
Was he famous?
I wouldn’t know
There were pages
Of my scattered hopes
That after ages
Turned into jokes

I’m just floor to cover
I’m just bored of coming in
To the office fully sober
I’m just water running
I’m just bored of shuffling
To the coffin on my shoulders
I’m just watercolour
I’m, all of a sudden

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