Trust Fund - Westfield (Derby)

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One dog engulfed in the stream
One diving dad was the dream
Conceding virtue and truth
I always do as a rule
One thing I learned in the dark
No single key holds this heart
Rolled over, sicked in a cup
You text me to wake me up
And I love you so much as a friend
I had the dream about Westfield again
Opening presents
Hawking crappy merch
As if this was in any way valid or deserved
I feel gross again
I don’t have to convince you I’m plain
My thoughts are always the same
Incessant landscape above
I will say it, it won’t be enough
You woke up crying again
I know my faith doesn’t create strength
When you are so far away
I know exactly what I’d have to say
I would walk into your room whistling
Carrying my dad’s old signet ring
Carrying my dad’s necklace as well
We wrote terrible songs raking up our old selves
And then we left them for dead