could you

could you wipe the sleep from my eyes
every morning until you're too old
could you run me a bath
and hang me out to dry
could you make promises
you could never keep
could you say, yes
i'll love you forever
yes, i'll pick up the milk
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Author: angus macnaghten

cynical and cyclical, hit me up, ajmacnaghten@hotmail.co.uk

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