Westfield (Derby) - Trust Fund

One dog engulfed in the stream

One diving dad was the dream

Conceding virtue and truth

I always do as a rule

One thing I learned in the dark

No single key holds this heart

Rolled over, sicked in a cup

You text me to wake me up

And I love you so much as a friend

I had the dream about Westfield again

Opening presents

Hawking crappy merch

As if this was in any way valid or deserved

I feel gross again

I don’t have to convince you I’m plain

My thoughts are always the same

Incessant landscape above

I will say it, it won’t be enough

You woke up crying again

I know my faith doesn’t create strength

When you are so far away

I know exactly what I’d have to say

I would walk into your room whistling

Carrying my dad’s old signet ring

Carrying my dad’s necklace as well

We wrote terrible songs raking up our old selves

And then we left them for dead