Our Entropy.

Our Entropy.
Lee.

You light another smoke,
I’m downing rum ‘n’ Coke,
Frying like bacon under the midday sun.
Stitching together what words last night undone,
I crave to start all over again.

Your face is on the floor, bags packed by the door,
But I promise there’s another way.
Look deep inside and then you’ll realise,
That you don’t have to run away.

‘Cause You ‘n’ I should be like ghosts,
And haunt the place we love the most;
It’s down memory lane:
Way past the love and the vain.
Just give five minutes, past the limits,
And I know we can start over, over again.