Woke up 1pm,
Sunday,
Emma's bed
She left the house early to go to some cricket game
Some friend had a few extra tickets to share
Got a third one but decided to sleep instead
Not in the mood for an endless day
Ran out of patience for big delays
I got a text and a picture attached
I notice her lipstick and leggings matched
I cherish the way that we keep in touch
It's been a long week with those early starts killing me
Can't barely keep on my feet every evening
Trying for so many years to put out a record
And a two-way tour
There's something that I must have done
quite wrong
But I've been texting from crazy sometimes
