The Estate that made us leave

I detest this forbidden town, hate the buildings and abhor the smell, familiar people recognise, I don't want to talk you're the thorns in my side. Who cares about this song? Who wants to write me off?
My face grows conditional hair, can tell my motivation with what I wear. Lipstick scented with smoke, "Here keep the change for my ice and coke". Now I am going home, I need to plan this out. I need to...

Meet me at the main station I have to go, will you go too!? Bring a scarf it's cold outside; you know we tried so hard.

I write our names on the door of the train, I underline and scratch on the date. I hope you understand I'd fall apart, living by the signs that pollute my thoughts. I can't abide the day, don't let me feel dismayed, don't let me...

Say what I want to hear, try to forget. You know we tried so hard this time.

Written by Chris Yeoman