A Certain Way

I should probably change my aftershave though I would only be turning away the past year’s so bent out of shape the time I took myself away when the phone calls came from out of range the irony of the good old days I could maybe rearrange my flat but it would only reinforce the fact the confidence I lack in the shadows that I cast upon the words that roll right off my tongue The furnitures done nothing wrong I’m still cautious of the music that I play in case it stirs a certain place the laundromat where my body span and swayed the churchyard where I often drank myself into a cosmic state a need to feel a certain way I’ll be outside I’ll be outside