@MattAbbottPoet

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21 Jan 2008

Voluntary Confinement


As Sunday morning smells of toast are drifting through the nation
My senses have diminished and my body's drained of sleep
When littered pathways are my host and I'm weak with desperation
Now everything has finished and I am left
All alone

And twenty-seven miles for a night-out on the tiles
The benefit of hindsight is a wonderful perspective
And walking's not my style, so I stumble for a while
And I'm squinting in the light amidst my alcoholic haze

With God's help I will over-come this terrible affliction
And I'd shout for what it's worth, but there's no-one else around
And I'm certain that I'll conquer and escape from this addiction
But at this moment in time, I'm the only man on earth
I'm the only man on earth

As people eat their Sunday roast, I stumble-in through the back door
My senses have diminished and my body's craving sleep
When littered pathways are no more and sleep is just around the corner
Now everything has finished and I am left
All alone

Twenty-seven miles for a night-out on the tiles
The benefit of hindsight is a wonderful perspective, I'm reflective
And talking's not my style, so I mumble for a while
And days drift into night amidst my alcoholic haze

With God's help I will over-come this terrible affliction
And I'd shout for what it's worth, but there's no-one else around
And I'm certain that I'll conquer and escape from this addiction
But at this moment in time, I'm the only man on earth
I'm the only man on earth

17 Jan 2008

You Probably Don't Even Realise When You Do The Things I Love The Most



And I haven't seen you for a while
Since just before you went away
But then I often see you smile
As my mind begins to stray
And I haven't really dreamt of you
Since you fell right out of sight
But then again, you've kept me wide awake
Through every single night

And you're probably unaware of just how much really I care
But then again I never told you, although I meant to
Because I do...

And you probably don't even realise when you do the things I love the most
Yeah, you probably don't even realise when you do the things I love the most

Yeah, it's the simple things I miss
And even as you’re hearing this
I bet you wonder what I meant by that
As I compile a second list
Of such gentle insignificance, subconsciously sublime
And my heart is growing fonder
It's getting longer every time

And you're probably unaware of just how much really I care
But then again I never told you, although I meant to
Because I do...

And you probably don't even realise when you do the things I love the most
Yeah, you probably don't even realise when you do the things I love the most
And you probably don't even realise when you do the things I love the most
Yeah, you probably don't even realise when you do the things I love the most

And I love the way you hold my hand and softly stroke my finger
The way you laugh beneath your breath when I call myself a singer
The way you always listen when I've got something to say
And I often see a smile
As your mind begins to stray...