Testo Part2.awkward

Shes desperately clinging to me (her technicolour rattle). She never outgrew the need for a pair of arms to cradle her. Shell never let that security of a blanket slip away . . . Not yet anyway. Its just talking and making fun of us with the others, with your mind blotted like ink spilled on white paper. And draped over me like some kind of fallen curtain running your nails up and down my back in front of everyone . . . no not in front of everyone. Not here. Not now. You make me feel so awkward. And tomorrow youre going to pretend that you don't remember saying unconvincing things to me, begging me to come out. I can't believe you were on your knees in front of the car and crying out. Listen, could you do a favour for me, without actually mentioning my name? Your reply was No I just think its who ever is there at the time. Why is it always the wrong time? I cant believe how you let yourself down.