Toffee

Beyond the tension, sitting beyond belief
Wheels keep on turning through the autumn leaves
Sitting on a spinning top of turmoil-twisted toffee
Sitting on this motorbike
Sipping on this hot coffee

Situation's serious - that I cannot hide
Sitting on this motorbike
Wishing it had a side car for you to ride
You could come right in & switch it up
Take my prized gold coffee cup

Those memories I've long since binned
Left a putrid smell here lingering
Now there's nothing to be done
Please ignore the smoking gun
Flowers won't protect me anymore

Death is here knocking on my door