Books - The Acorn

So they say only good wine leaves a stain

On the shirts put aside for memorable days

And your father never warned you about my habits

Like my penchant for bad magazines and video games

They’re the easiest problems to recognise

I’m the books you’re tired of reading;

stories all the same

And the mess between the covers never change

All these moments caught in paragraphs and frames

Fade like perfumed lovers' clothes left out in the rain

All the change that’s been collecting in my pockets

Spent on gumballs, fake tattoos and gold plastic lockets

They’re the everyday treasures you demonise

I’m the books you’re tired of reading, stories all the same

And the mess between the covers never change

And the lights you don’t want to turn off burn out all the same

And you’ll stumble into the same walls, again and again