Onism

I'm standing in the kitchen
There's nobody in sight
I've whistled my rendition of boys don't cry

I've eaten the last muffin
That you baked this afternoon
I choose to believe that you will not be leavin' soon'

Now you've flewn away
For an indefinite time
I'm not sure if I can honestly say you're gonna stay mine

It has been several weeks
And the distance has aligned
With the creeping reveal of that loosening bind

Cos' somehow we grew and bore different fruit
Though mine were seedless
And I won't think of germination while you're on vacation
Cos' I know we need this
You might have stayed if I had layed out my intentions
But I wouldn't concede to the thought that I wasn't paying attention



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Writer(s): Sean Conran
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