oh, it’s you!

so
what have you brought?
booze, cigarettes, gossip
unfulfilled expectations
new obsessions
a war
a disease

oh, just leave them there
my lifeline is resting right now in my left palm
like a couple of knees
in a favourite worn out pair of jeans

keep the surprises to yourself
allow me to slip into
a predictable moment
and sigh

get comfortable
grab the world and take it easy


you know
I’m glad it’s you
and not the landlord
with the rent