Dry Cleaning

During what was probably the longest two and a half months of my life
After a near death experience
I could not sleep
I was on edge at all times
The only thing that kept me going was Saw Two

My cat died three months ago, at seventeen years old
When this song plays, I can remember the good old days
When I was a kid, how we played together

With my cat, at home, alone, with my brother
And the good days I had with her
Good night, sweet princess

She said: Have you ever spat cum onto the carpet of a Travelodge

Unwanted oils
I keep fit running after my kids
Imagine being able to stack the odds
Of lasting love entirely in your favor

How dare you I’m the best at what I do
How fucking dare you, don’t touch me
You stole my childhood CDs you fuck

I need you all to shut up
I’m going through a tough time
Some bitch with a plaster on her face is laughing at me?

Friday nights in ’91-’92
Getting the 6: 15 Thameslink from Farringdon
To Leatherhead with this on my wardrobe

This song makes me remember being at my Grandparents house
On the swing I had in the backyard
I must have been three or four years old

Sometimes, there’s also a particular smell
That activates this memory for me
Something like the smell of rain on thundery days

Anyway, I had been swinging for hours
Trying to reach higher and higher
I felt like the king of the universe

Everything was so easy
Everyone was alive
And they looked so happy
I miss my grandmother

Magic Of Meghan


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