Blueprints Hamish Hawk

Living together in a year
A plan we made over and over
Whilst trying to live without expectation

Walking in each other's shoes
Working from the same blueprint
Printed with the same blues
Living each others lives
On each other’s minds
In each other's lies

And you
You know I'm right
And you
You know I might try to be kind

But there’s no hiding it
There's no denying it
A realization lays out there fit for a king
And there's no shrinking it
There's no drinking it away

Morning combs its hair
Over your shoulder onto the armchair
Laying, weary head
Legs like lead
On a single bed