The Leavers (IV) The Jumble of Days

Our lives slowly unravel

Like wool pulled from sweaters

We'll knit something new somewhere else, so forget us

We are the Leavers

You'll stay and we'll travel

You'll know where you are, always

We'll be vague in our jumble of days

We can never be sure

But be sure of one thing

When the thrills are all done

We'll be gone

The Remainers can try to persuade us, and tame us

And train us and save us and keep us at home

As we try to fit in with the family life

The mind-numbing comedown

The trouble and strife

All the misunderstandings, defensive attacks

The walls we don't dare relax

And the hurt in your eyes, I know you know that I pray

For the phone-call that takes me away

We won't be much use to you dead