Bedroom

There is more you want to say
But you get lost in modesty
Loved The Smiths album sleeves
A need for more than mediocrity
But it's hard to articulate
So you sit in your bedroom
Listening to Nick Drake
Cutting out photos from magazines
Of people you wish to be
Afternoon hours of solitude
Then after hours you get lonely
Smoke a fag and drink sugary tea
Read a book by Nick Hornby
Haven't talked on the phone yesterday
Not sure if you will today