I get home late but I cant sleep, no message on my machine, the red light eyes me knowingly. and from the note left on my door I know that I shouldnt call - you wont be home tonight at all.

cos when I read between the lines, pictures of you hi-jack my mind. I dont know where youre going but I know youre wearing your make-up - lipstick letters always say too much.

Sit and watch the cars go by with a cheap bottle of wine, but it doesnt help to pass the time. I dont know how far we fell, I dont know if this is hell, but I can hear the funeral bells.

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Raking through the old fag-ends of forgotten conversations - theyre burning on my lips again. and from the note left on my door, I know that I should have called - you wont be coming home at all.

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