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19 Oct 2011

Chippenham Travelodge



Always from the very deepest snoozing
When wishful thinking's waking me confused
I toss and then I turn and then I strain
Just to have a slight distraction populate my brain

The very thinnest crevice in the curtain
Slowly sheds the light across the room
I'm static in the shower as she gradually devours
And my ribcage forms a temporary tomb

She makes a mockery of everything I've previously enjoyed
On the fraying navy carpet I am strewn
At four a.m. in a Travelodge in Chippenham destroyed
And all I've got's this sad and lonesome tune;
All I've got's this sad and lonesome tune

She's the very first and final maiden
To make her absence seem like such a chore
With this longing I am laden;
Just wanna see her pretty face once more

And if I make a call it will be torture
I'm protecting this projection of my pride
For the softest sweetest voice would make me crumble
As conversation carries on beside

She makes a mockery of everything I've previously enjoyed
On the fraying navy carpet I am strewn
At four a.m. in a Travelodge in Chippenham destroyed
And all I've got's this sad and lonesome tune;
All I've got's this sad and lonesome tune