Windowsill

Don't push your luck
It might push back
Don't rush this
You gotta stay relaxed

You don't understand
How to join the dots
Waking up at 2pm
You've lost the plot

I can barely open the door
There's clothes all over the floor
And there's no option anymore
To ignore it

We're getting older
I could have told her
There was light in the windowsill

And feeling sober
You think you know but
It's inside, like we spoke until

The early hours
With bowerbirds
You're a blessing and a curse, she said

It isn't right
To try to hold the tide back
Might that night have turned out
For the worse



Credits
Writer(s): Miles Mclaughlin
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