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This Must Be The Place (Naive Melody)
by Louise Connell
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6am you touch your skin
You're an amalgam of men
At least three of whom
Sweat whisky
In 1 hour you'll be at your desk
Chewing gum to hide the mess
Of another Monday evening
Your kid can't meet your gaze
And you've forgotten what your wife looks like naked
And the working week is three decades
Of dwindling ambition
Your water cooler moments are
Excruciating monologues
Soliloquies to captive crowds
It's a clever head that shirks the crown
But ooh you're in too deep
Doesn't it feel like there's something you've forgotten
Ooh you're in too deep
Minor expectations
Too much thinking wears the soul
You're too young to feel this old
There's no new tricks
Just new loopholes
But one thought niggles in the dark
You see all those men you are
And you know one of them's your father
And as you sleep
You see yourself
A child
Who looks just like your son
You touch your face
And find you're crying
As you slowly
Realise you can't remember
Anything about him
6am you touch your skin
You're an amalgam of men
At least three of whom
Sweat whisky
In 1 hour you'll be at your desk
Chewing gum to hide the mess
Of another Monday evening
Your kid can't meet your gaze
And you've forgotten what your wife looks like naked
And the working week is three decades
Of dwindling ambition
Your water cooler moments are
Excruciating monologues
Soliloquies to captive crowds
It's a clever head that shirks the crown
But ooh you're in too deep
Doesn't it feel like there's something you've forgotten
Ooh you're in too deep
Minor expectations
Too much thinking wears the soul
You're too young to feel this old
There's no new tricks
Just new loopholes
But one thought niggles in the dark
You see all those men you are
And you know one of them's your father
And as you sleep
You see yourself
A child
Who looks just like your son
You touch your face
And find you're crying
As you slowly
Realise you can't remember
Anything about him
