The Door - Joan Shelley

Don’t have to talk about it

Don’t wana fix it no more

My heart was so hesitant

You held it gently before

We sit here breaking

Staring vacant home pouch

A few words could fix it

If i can just find them

I’m sure

You don’t have to leave me

You don’t have to go

Staying so easy

Come away away from the door.

You watch me so desperate

But red eye and tears on my face

My pride left here hours ago

I was hoping it goes your place

But you put out your cigarette and

I find my drink is all gone

Its not even dark yet but

I feel it coming home

Now i’ve given up on sleeping

Staying up all nights with the night’s

Oh but she is so indifferent

We have something in common

I could sit talking here alone but

What would the neighbours say about

So i put it in a song and sing it

To the place you stood, laugh