Yellow car : Red CarDriver;Blue car,Late night,Wintry weather--Caution.Family on Board.Driver two.Alcohol.Drink.Drink.More drink.“Oh go on then..”Drink.Drink.Drink.“Just one more..”Drink.Yellow car;Insufficient care.Misjudgement.Screeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeech! Collision.Red cars.Blue lights.
Blame.It's my fault.That my waistline remains at thirty-two inches;In bare-feet I will only ever reach your chin,That i have hard working hands and artists eyes.The curves of an hourglass,And the ruined joints of a former runner.Teamed with the bespectacled face of a librarianStruggling lungs and lover's heart-Labyrinth mind.Flirty lipsAnd crazy-cat-lady potential-Refusing to colour my hair russet Choosing to collect more body art.More studs, more rings, more corsets,A mix and match of grunge and rock;Nirvana sang 'All Apologies' Buckcherry sang 'Sorry'And I lament just a little,I'm still who I was when you fell for me-But I'm finding myself taking the blame for that.It's my faultThat you're now so different.