Treacle

Treacle
I came to
And found you like the night before
Eyes on fire and slowly
Walking through the door
Watching pigeons on
The roof across the street
Treacle, you should probably go to sleep

One night and now I don’t know what to do
Flowers sticking to my spine
Called in sick to spend the day wrapped up in you
Diarrhoea must just be the
Best excuse a boy could ever use

Awake, awake
And with a day trip in your sighs
Vampire whirlwind
Too far gone with just goodbye
Told you last night
That you didn’t need that creep
Treacle, you should probably go
Treacle, you should probably go
Treacle, you should probably go to sleep
Treacle, you should probably go to sleep