Stills

Baby, baby I’ve been banned from dreaming about you
I’ve been banned from going to an X
Standing outside
Looking at the stills of you
Babe, you were at your best
Sadness suits you
It loves the bruises in your eyes
Kisses of milk
Lips shaking like you’re gonna cry
So I’m writing a song
And I’m getting a lot of work done
I smoke two packs a day
I write in my diary
Hang out with my dog
Hey fella, I’ve been banned from thinking about you
I’ve been banned from even saying your name
History changed
Like Russia in the seventies
I see you in her car
See you at parties
Then you moved
Don’t see you anymore
The town is a drag
A rock without a diamond
So I’m writing a song and I’m getting a lot of work done
I smoke two packs a day
I’m playing a lottery
Walking with my dog
Yeah, I’m writing a song
And I’m singing around the kitchen
Now I’m winning at the pub quiz on a Tuesday
So long, so long, so long