Formula - Little Comets

Wakeful aching early mornings

Prise the desperation from your hands

Leaning out of bedroom windows

Books and hooks we steal from last night’s bands.

Take a girl’s name for the chorus

Repetition and repetition

Write it on a piece of paper

Add some words that I don’t understand.

Just drinking formula

Every think is wasted

We’re drinking formula

Every think is wasted

Seven years, seven years of implication

Debonair, critically self-effacing

Unaware, unaware of hours we’ve wasted

Far from here, soluble from weeks spent

Drinking formula

Every think is wasted

We’re drinking formula

Every think is wasted.

Cold and clear

Sentiment is spent

It’s closure

I’m a tear

Rolling down

An endless cheek

A metaphor

I’ll disregard

With total mercy.

You’re drinking formula

Every think is wasted.