Fast Food - Nadine Shah

Recycling old loves

New ones wait their turn

She’s much too learn

An empty house

Is full of memories

That scare the shit out of me

The stairs they are

A ghost train passed the past

In front of me

Our guts are rotting

I’m slipping off you

I can’t stomach anymore

Come greet your new love

Who knew you would be

Detox for me

One fancy rented halfway point

Awaits politely there by the sea

These scars of ours

Adorn our hearts

They are where they should be