your man

A lone silhouette reached for the sky
in the first light of a cold winter’s day
and Tuesday crept up silently to my bed.

I woke up in a pool of my thoughts,
my dreams had been spilt on the floor and
I lie here not knowing which way to turn

And all that I wanted to be was your man
Don’t know how I let this get so out of hand
Think I might go back to bed until the phone rings

The lone silhouette left with the sun
and clouds they rolled in on my day.
And the silence between every step that I take lingers on.

Today was my birthday, my friends they have called.
I’ve got cake coming out of my ears.
But it would have been good to hear your voice as well

‘Cos all that I wanted to be was your man
Don’t know how I let this get so out of hand
Think I might go back to bed until the phone rings

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