Chuck the Toys

Hopes and dreams
Go up in steam
Like a breath
Unto the night

When will it end
That ache in your head
Your chest
Never felt so tight

Guilty for
Feeling guilty
So bad
For feeling good

That get up and go
That you've never known
You've never quite
Understood

Chin up boy try to
Hear through the noise
Don't chuck your toys
Out of the pram

Sweat regret
And hatred
Sounds like the worst
Cocktail you've tasted

But you fork it out
Hang around
See it down you
All the same

If parts aren't going spare
To fix a heart in disrepair
I'll see you at the scrapheap
Just call my name

You've gotta dust it off
Don't let yourself go soft
Keep your feet planted
Where you stand



Credits
Writer(s): Alasdair Mackenzie
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