Weak Knees

I’m bored, let’s breed, seriously
This cardy’s a pullover
Concede and lay bets on concessions ahead
Golden days of sunsets and weak knees

But don’t listen to the voice inside your head
And don’t listen to the ghosts under your bed
We’re all sleeping on graves
On bones and nitrates
We’re all waiting for someone
To fill the days

?I woke into confusion about when
Timelines stretching out and back again
And I couldn’t know just when it was I’d woke into
Were years ahead or had they gone and left us with weak knees?

But don’t listen to the voice inside your head
And don’t listen to the ghosts under your bed
We’re all sleeping on graves
On bones and nitrates
We’re all waiting for someone
To fill the days

I’ll fold my hand, call it a day, bow out
And lay my head down for the night
At least I’ve got you, my love
You always make the bitter a bit bittersweet

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