this is day ten
day ten
count 'em
onetwothree
fourfivesix
seveneightnineten
nineten ninethen ten
Monday to a Wednesday a week past
To a thursday then a friday
If he calls, it will be sunday, but he won't
I'm not waiting you know not waiting
I have written him in my heart a thousand times
and I dream of getting lost on the bus lines in the chilterns
lost lost lost
Shams, i lost him on the buses
i didn't mind anything of his non life
his non car his non job his non house
Shams, you can't make a partnership of one
solo acts don't co-create
I am not it
not it
not
ninethenten
nine then ten
oh my god why does it hurt so much
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