Fields for Miles

The countryside is beautiful

Unless you’re trapped there...

A few miles

To the nearest town

Can’t knock on your friends doors

Or even see them around

My childhood was books and sunsets

An occasional game of football

With my grandad

Helped him in a garage in our garden

Just to have a conversation

With someone

With anyone

So don’t be upset if my social skills

Aren’t all that

If I struggle to hold eye contact

Or seem really excited just to see you

Or have a chat

Cause I’m appreciative and that

People are so fucking cool

And it’s what I lacked

And the kids at school

Weren’t that nice

Couldn’t keep a friend above a month

Cause we just weren’t right

didn’t vibe...

Had to grow up too quick

And talk with my grandparents friends

About things I couldn’t care less about...