Where We Hide
Bits and pieces everywhere
Cardboard boxes on the floor
Cables hanging off the shleves
Steel cupboards with squeaky doors
Paperwork and coloured pens
A pair of scissors and sticky tape
An ancient fridge and bottle of scotch
To help us through the bad days
Noises inside
Like when you sit in a plane
It smells like hot chips
And the heat is insane
But it's my favourite room
I love every bit
From the click of the door
To the desk where you sit
And all that I wish
Is that I could hide there all day
Just sitting with you
Til the world fades away
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