Old College

Hold me, wrap your arms around my waist,

Wake up blame the bitter aftertaste.

Sew myself back together now that you’re gone,

Months of singing all the wrong songs.

I was a child I didn’t know how this would go,

When you kissed me, I stood on my toes only reaching I suppose

For you, to my flawed knowledge, playing Al Green outside Old College.

Was never love. Love.

Moments of surprise then nothingness in between,

From the trad to the Celtic win against Aberdeen.