Blurred

I think this is perfect
But being a vagrant cannot last
Knocking on doors
Shutter stuttering and shutting light on ribbons
It comes out a little blurred
Hugs and kisses and blind raging friendship
Bouncing around the room in euphoria
Like a toddler hopped up on the non toothkind kind of Ribena

I don't have to ask
To even sleep in this crooked bed
Makes it feel like I'm slipping
But not the kind of slipping I used to feel

Me and my friends, we wake up slowly
With the worlds best intentions
And I'm really quite scared
That in the the morning light
With the stinging realisation of where you are
When everything is a haze of dry thick, salty tastes
With their squinted eyes
They will see me for who I really am