You weren't ready then you disappeared,
The Christmas dances stopped.
I hadn't even realised while you were near
There was shit like that to fear.

You could have, maybe should have crushed me
For you, white socks and chalky knocks:
I'd never done so many lines or TMEs.
I followed you like, everyday, see me.

Ignorance was never bliss
Three years of sheer stupidity
Were never gonna get you into me.
I stared then yearned then took the piss
But to this moment wonder if you had a clue
My focus, like a drunken sniper, on you.

You might have called it stalking,
I'd always so enjoyed your company
But you had twenty levels over me.
Hoo har, I'll always miss the alcohol talking.

A lost afternoon and a diary note.
Yeah secrets, one share away from nothing.
A step off the cliff with sudden wings,
A smile forever, a name unwrote.

Let's sit around ridiculous
Like teenage idiots again
You can cry to me about the handsome queues of men
And I'll shut up about ha ha us.

Made in China, modern mail order,
Exquisite plastic and childish goals,
Fast results but no soul, no soul,
A few more steps beyond someone else's border.

Semi-retirement, unexpected chance,
A clock, some food, a few long days
Changed everything. Eventually the day.
A decade, wow. But no return to dance.

Are you another self-destruction?
Is this supposedly permanent thing
Clipping my otherwise soarable wings?
Should I seek some other quiet storm to stroke
Find some other volcano to poke,
From almost extinct to fiery eruption?