Jaundice cheeked and a bath salt reek
you met me in the heart of Dalston
scraggly haired
a hollow despair
covered the night over there in Dalston
Your disregard for honesty pumped blood around my body
which in turn totally forgot how to function
the rip in your jeans went weak at your knees
as I scratched your fingers between Kingsland and Junction
Fabricated tales of a palm reading past
told of a love line pointed to my direction
you clocked my sly manoeuvre planned
to plant an undertone that screamed affection
You interpreted every hazy word
that goes unsaid but forever lingers
inside my head a forbidden verse
recites but never hinders
Why does every wrong always feel so right?
Why is deceit never a chore?
In your hands you carry my plight
Only complete when I'm torn
I want to follow you into madness
Long to lose my head in your lap
You are the sweetest sadness
A loveable intolerable trap.