Claire days - Watch me turn

Rooftops, grey smoke
I wrote your name the moment that I woke

And I feel the need to work and fill
My empty box

Nineteen, age of glory
I need some time for me
You took your night shift oh
Nineteen, not much glory
Apart from writing poetry
I'm taking some time off

Spare days, spent idle
The shapes (the shapes), waves (waves), tidal

Are we grown-up kids?
At least we're making it
Does it feel odd?
Do you think we're shifting into scaly animals?
I watched you shed your skin
You watched me turn