18 May 2012
Tonight her head is rushing For empty miles she'll walk Her fruitless search for solace The backstreets an endless catwalk
Some human company- a gentle touch Is perhaps all that she needs? This deep despair more than she can bear No longer prepared to let it bleed
She
Hits the town, finds a bar watches people as she sits Misguided search for common ground Acute need to feel she fits
She knew that she had reached her peak when the wolf whistles turned to an acerbic shriek Shot fuelled confidence Just hides a heart that is weak Left blowing kisses into thin air She's broken and bruised from an empty affair
Small talk drowned out as they Strike up the band She's now torn between the easy pick-up or a lonely No-mans land and promising herself this is no One night stand she's quietly thrilled by the touch of his hand
Morning comes and she's filled with sickening regret No strings attached No emotional debt but the pillow she lays on is cold and it's wet
Now she's left struck by confusion and fear False belief, that at least love came so near Simply adds to the weight of her desolate tears.
Strike Up The Band • Opuss № I