rhythm

we’d got into a rut

call it a rhythm for polite

I’d get home dog tired

we’d eat something

from the fridge take away

drink watch the box some

go to bed

where I’d give up

whatever I had left

get up in the morning

& do the days

all over again

she told me she was bored

yeah me too baby I’d say

we’ll get a holiday eh?

& we’d go lie in the sun

drink some drinks

eat a meal in the diner

restaurant bistro bar

watch the sunset some

go to bed

where I’d give up

whatever I had left

get up in the morning

& do the days

all over again

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