Fiona's Room

when i first met you

you were a bare three months

from graduation

i was just a freshie

still wet behind the ears

you saw me

when no one else did

you knew and looking back

i can see that smile

so bright

and me

i didn’t have a bloody clue

i was in complete and utter awe of you

you saw me

you knew

and me

i didn’t have a bloody clue

i bailed two months in

and fumbled around

for four addled years

not giving it another thought

yeah me

i didn’t have a bloody clue

we meet again

both of us rolling

on the dark side

of the street

both a little beat

both a little worse for wear

both needing a little tender care

we picked up where we left off

you knew

and me

i still didn’t have a bloody clue

we were the only junkies with library cards

we were the only junkies that watched what we ate

we were the only junkies at the theatre

we had a slow burnt out junkie romance that simply blossomed too late

you told me i was the only one

who never tried to fuck you

and that if wanted to i could

i coughed and spluttered a bit

i took your hands in mine

and held them to my chest

i’m in you already i said

as you are so deep in me

anymore than that might ruin it

and that this, this is what we'd lose

i finally had a clue

i smiled at you and bowed my head

we held each other

as we shared your bed

i rose before you the next morning

and tidied up some things

they may have been a little dirty

but i could still see your wings