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Looking out on the street
10 am, waking I waver
Longing for sweet release
Coffee cups, pills and the paper
Looking forward to being ignored
By those in their best sabbath clothing
I can see it in their eyes
Their pity, their spite and their loathing
Sorely telling me

I should have chosen wisely
Seen the signs
Got myself to bed on time
Instead of drinking till the rise of the sun
And it smells like Sunday
Feels like rain
Looks like I'm leaving alone again
Thinking of all those stupid things I've done

On the train, whiskey stains
Paper cuts, my own devices
Reminded of times we spent
Trying to cut back on our vices
Leaving the city I bask
In the new Sunday morning
Could these wheels leave the track
Take me where ever I'm going
Instead of telling me

I should have chosen wisely
Seen the signs
Got myself to bed on time
Instead of drinking till the rise of the sun
And it smells like Sunday
Feels like rain
Looks like I'm back on the road again
Thinking of all those stupid things I've done

Look at me tear me up
Leave me here ripped to the seems
Trying to pick up the tatters
Of my broken dreams
All the world looks at me
Wandering through this routine
Hoping that this time next week
I'll be sober and clean
But what are the chances
Same time and same place we'll meet

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Jimmy Richards Glasgow, UK

Jimmy Richards is a musician, writer and vlogger from Glasgow, Scotland. He likes tea, beer and baked goods. He dislikes capitalism, modern horror films and the works of Ben Stiller.

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