It reminds me of your broken dogs.
Unlike the night with girls, we danced.
You stood beside me. Not laid down.
I thought I’d have ya till the end.
But I guess we were just being young.
For my coat of day, Maiden Alice.
That I loan to you.
We’re working overtime tonight.
We couldn’t be bothered back in school.
We’ll keep on storing as we go.
But the name that lands in my room.
Call your own at night.