i just get too needy and clingy
and then i feel hurt and rejected
lairy sounds going on next door
through the thin walls
just one layer of brick
n its like they're in here
theres a party going on
and I'm just here on my own
not used to being grown up
I'm used to hearing people swearing
arguing and banging doors
with aggressive dogs and people
dragging bags of empty glass ...
people howling with their grief
you look much older dear
a biscuit to cheer you up
you can smash it up in your gob
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