Vacancies

Well, you never asked me, so I never said.
Though I tattooed the answer so I wouldn't forget.
Oh, there's much I can offer if you'd open your eyes.
The night is young but life is short, so come inside.
On a council bench, on the Park Estate,
I have carved our names with a carpetblade.
"They came here often and they loved it so..."
The view is bleak so what's to love, we'll never know.
Well, phone me if you feel the need.
My days are vacancies; my heart, it tends to bleed.
But I know a place where they're kinder to our kind. Tonight, it rains a sorry drum. Come inside.
If love would be so blind, the rest of us might blossom.