Forsake

You told me about the tunnel of trees and how the raindrops would talk to eachother right until they hit the grass. We all wanted an easy way out. Funny that we even knew it at the time. And carried on. Why are those people upstairs? They’ve added bits on, we don’t need them. No one told me how many extra crumpets I should grill. I burnt them all of course, and my hands. Sing me to sleep sing me to sleep and don’t tell me that you changed your mind