Do you believe those movies?
That every move you make I mirror sub-consciously.
The classic attempts of falling into sleep in separate worlds,
Or at least different parts of this city.
It doesn’t work,
The thoughts never crumble under tired minds,
They’re in overload and bodies are stirring restlessly,
Lie back and breathe this breath deeply.

Do you wake up only to find that the situation’s unchanged?
Stand under the shower that beats down hard on you,
No morning birds except the soft, sweet melody of a heartbeat,
It belongs to the girl you scribbled over in blue.
Enough to make you slip on the soap?
Cos it smells and sounds just like she’s here.

Stumble onto the street,
With that ‘just out of bed’ look,
I call that making an effort.
On the bus I’m listening to the soundtrack without a hook,
You’re not famous and life isn’t airbrushed.

We’ll miss each other by seconds,
Fate has a way of fucking things up for us two,
No freeze frames to prevent the disaster,
So I’ll be oblivious and so will you.

Then as if by magic,
We catch eyes across the room,
Secretly I’ve been here before and it won’t play our way,
But for now i'll hold onto this walk under the moon.
Over a coffee,
You whisper into the steam so your words evaporate away,
Far from the bitter cold of outside.
I re-write the script for our film,
Everyday.