Then he embraced her.
Then... she breathed out.
She breathed in...
And contact wasn't really allowed
And she breathed out
And she breathed in
And she breathed out
And she breathed in
Machinery appeared in a whirl
She was rushed to hospital
They were so desperately, tragically busy
He dialled 999
The girls emptied their purses
And he pleaded for change
He found a hen party
He panicked and forgot he had a phone
He ran down the street
She took a knife in the chest
At the last moment, he inexblicably moved
Until, he didn't...
For once in his miserable life
He stood tall
That guy had a knife
And so did that girl's man
She stormed out and he followed
He wasn't one to start a fight
She'd seen this all before
Then the tears began to fall
She was perplexed.
And then his wife came back
That jealous man told him to leave
Regarding strictly laid-out rules
He stormed over, ignoring protocol
Her boyfriend caught him looking
He caught a glimpse of a girl
His mind wandered lockstep with his eyes
While she was gone,
And then she went to repair her lipstick
They talked about sensory overload
And no cash changed hands
Table service, naturally
He bought her a large white wine.
She'd lost her mum, through the virus
He told himself it was all for her
She thought "Well, isn't this circular?"
And tables were set at diagonals
They had to queue
And they went to the bar he loved
She put on some nice clothes
He thought she needed cheering up
He did, of course
She didn't want to go out
The pubs had opened again
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Post-apocalyptic vibes rule
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