Two kids in the park
And kissing
(???) and black coffee
Suitcase full of looks
To study
And the curvy pink accent
Bookish boy and me
And nothing
Every bus stop is the same
Phone bill broke the bank
And so on
Magazine article reads

Bruise grey covers everything
And everyone everywhere anyway
Every day

Everyone gets old
God willing
What a fatalist reprieve
Strict nine for a meal
But growing
Gotta be the inertia
No one buys her drinks
So quitted
Never was one to sulk well
All the eggshell friends
Too nervous
But we tiptoe oh so well

Bruise grey covers everything
And everyone everywhere anyway
Every day

Another thick smokestack day
And waiting
And the park kids they still kiss
Getting up to sunset
But covered
By a viscus sky of
Tin

Bruise grey covers everything
And everyone everywhere anyway
Every day