my job, my lifestyle, a bunch of friends
your town, your singledom, the honeymoon
we meet after our natural hiatus
a friendship that just goes
whenever we meet
and you shout, as is your custom
and we talk frankly and reminisce, as is our habit
and i swear to pay next time, as is my feminist leanings
and the coffee we agreed to is a pint, as is our working class heritage
(or was that our parents? mmm, anyway, drink!)
it turns out
i can dance in the kitchen like a crab, and not care
and your flatmate (our mutual acquaintance) has gout
he's a week older than me
we both agree, he has potential
poor bastard
we know what we mean
'snot the end of the world, right?
Sometime's karma's just
you know I love how we grew up fundy and yet that phrase's just there and natural
mmmm,
'nother round?
and you get my anxiety more than my workmates
because you've known me so long
and i get how you talk to that kid who works for you
cos i know what a fuck of a place that is to be
we joke about shacking up to shock
and know we're the only people we can have that joke with
and all the implicit understandings that go with it
it's been a long time, so
'nother round?
cider was a goooood choice
how bout
i text first next time?
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