Clearly from Facepalm by Bishopston Hardware

If you boiled me down what would be left
In that concentrated human mess?
What is the single, central thing?
Maybe smoking weed or riding bikes,
Or some weird music that I like.
These are all ideas that I could bring.
But really, while these are obsessions,
There is no question
That it is you.
So clearly, when my life is condensed,
I only make sense
As one of two.

You're way too big for one small song,
But so many little things go on
That make me smile when they come to mind:
Texi kebab; satsuma swap;
Clamistan when we are hot.
It's in this silliness I find
Some meaning; a reason to be here.
To persevere
When I've had enough.
So maybe you could make a zine
About what's between the two of us.
Because clearly, when my life is condensed,
I only make sense
On the bath bus.

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• instrumental guitar
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