All sweet things

[bad word] down streets, the civil wars,
You don't go there anymore -
It's how you used to live.

The trampled hopes, the made-up laws,
The itchy feet, the pub quiz bores -
It's so hard to forgive.

Weekend slimmers count their chains,
Still wanting someone else to blame.
You watch [bad word] and go.

Empty nightclub escapades,
They tell you more than words can say -
That open doors get closed.

The empty rooms, the empty house,
Someday soon, you'll work it out -
Still finding the way back home.

The schoolyard ghosts, the playtime fears,
You take your pills, they disappear -
The people that you've known.

All sweet things,
All sweet things [bad word] again.

When the heartbeat slows.
When the silence grows.