Early departure

the exits lines are scrawled out under your eyes,
this place has left its scars like a playground drama scene.

my siamese in disease, we share the symptoms
our smiles draw the same space into our eyes.

i've memorised the exits,
and you know all the back roads,
let's leave the notes and make a run for it.
so start the car
who knows how far we'll go but i know
we've got a late reservation
on an early departure.

so i place my hand in your hand you smile and say
"i'm not coming back this time".

my siamese in disease, we share the symptoms
but i'm still tongue-ing the cure around my mouth.