Sun Machine

she hands hot drinks outside my flat and she is doing her best to save my soul one cup of tea at a time i cradle god on my walk to uni ollie sings the songs that we all want to hear under fairy lights, she preaches gospel truth down the hall i cradle the disconnection between my past and my present i never found love in a car or a dim lit room i had a sun machine in my pocket, i had something to prove I don't know what it is yet but it's golden as the stars you drew in the corners of my eyes I want to find myself all by myself with no one home and no one's help you can sneak through the window if you'd like i wont pay attention but I won't mind we could go for a coffee and I'll smile politely cos your friends don't know me and your friends don't like me