The corridor undressed itself
of students and friends, this feeling could grind bones
to filth
that will wait in piles for days, I picked hairs from my winter coat
and let violent headphones hack
my ears, speaking a language I half understand,
I woke up with the sun under my arms,
then ate breakfast as normal ones do,
this was my attempt
to yank the life from carpet grooves.
It's 4 am and I'm still awake
making diary entries. People I know stand in queues,
rubbing shoes into airport concrete.
There are some problems you can leave behind.
Three months ago we sat in halls,
our backs against doors that would not open.
We drove through Yorkshire hills,
down the M62
to get to where we are,
now there's nothing left for me to say
it all gets lost anyway; in my highway lungs,
words are just like me, I guess, in knots,
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Drop 'er down a couple ah gears and just power through it. 
