We ran to the stop as the bus pulled away
Impossibly worn out from the seventh shared cigarette of the day
I caught my breath as i watched you
Swear at the tail lights of our missed 22
Under a sky of darkening blue
It could be half an hour until our bus comes around
By then the sun will be down
Writer(s): Luke Pritchard, Hugh Murray Harris, Paul James Garred, Max Clarke Rafferty
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