Unmatched

Oh take me home, I'm lost inside my head,

Wishes that I promised I had locked away and said

"oh no, I've taken everything that ever was apart"

To ease with graceful step into your heart.

While old men whisper stories of the street,

The smell of beer and sweat and hopeless dreaming,

Of a place that never existed, of a time that never was,

They look at you and wish their youth had paused.

As rain falls down ravenous for concrete and your hair,

reaching the end of your nose, it stops to regard me there.

Though tears and rain look much the same sometimes,

It's hard to tell with your face so close to mine.

Bring out your old shoes and your socks will not be matched,

Dance your way up Patricks hill and let me hear your latest news,

And sigh when thinking of his grinning face,

It hurts to think of being second place