sparkymat

I reach out to you but you’re not there. In some vague corner of my mind, I remember you telling me you would have to leave early today. I sit up, trying to get the sleep out of my eyes. The blinking lights of the neon clock tells me I am late, again. I drag myself to my feet and make my way to the kitchen. The tea pot stands cold and lonely on the table. I open the drapes and it’s all grey.

My tea’s gone cold, I’m wondering why
I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
and I can’t see at all
And even if I could it’d all be grey,
but your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it’s not so bad,
it’s not so bad

I go through the mechanical motions of getting dressed. The clock stares at me accusingly. I hurry out, locking the house behind me. I jog to the bus stop, hoping feverently that I haven’t missed the 333.

I drank too much last night, got bills to pay,
my head just feels in pain
I missed the bus and there’ll be hell today,
I’m late for work again
And even if I’m there, they’ll all imply
that I might not last the day
And then you call me and it’s not so bad,
it’s not so bad

Even after I hang up, your voice hangs around me, elevating me from this dullness. I make a silent prayer, grateful that I have you in my life. You fill my senses as I lose myself to our special inner world.

And I want to thank you
for giving me the best day of my life
Oh just to be with you
is having the best day of my life

A long day’s work done, I make my way home. The next bus is not for another half an hour and I decide to walk. Five minutes later, I regret it as drops fall from the heavens, covering me in their cold embrace. Resigning myself to my fate, I trudge home, sullen and cold.

Push the door, I’m home at last
and I’m soaking through and through
Then you hand me a towel
and all I see is you
And even if my house falls down,
I wouldn’t have a clue
Because you’re near me

And I want to thank you
for giving me the best day of my life
Oh just to be with you
is having the best day of my life