If I Just Ask Politely

you tell me you're going to church in the morning i'm sitting in the bathtub letting it all sink in I wake up on a sofa I walk out to your balcony and wonder if East Croydon would ever stop me if i just asked politely i know these walls would lean in to guide me to greatness or some greater fixation i used to glue my sutures in a Sainsbury's basement teardrunk on the floor we felt ageless and endless you were my drunken salvation and nothing really changes just the faces and the spaces where our fingers interlock breathe it in, we pass it on as we stare over this great, endless perhaps our hearts beat a rhythm that my lungs cannot match someone's crying in the hall but I don't really understand what turns a night from tragic to a song sung by the wedding band we felt ageless and endless you were my drunken salvation and nothing really changes just the faces and the spaces where our fingers interlock breathe it in, we pass it on as we stare over this great, endless perhaps our hearts beat a rhythm that my lungs cannot match we wax lyrical in late December freezing cold crouched around a campfire but I always wake up on your sofa and walk out to your balcony ... and wonder if East Croydon would ever stop me if i just asked politely