Never Go Home Again

The milk bubbled out of the bottle in clotted lumps of foul cream
there were mice along the skirting boards
and there were rats in both of our dreams
snuffling in the corners of our vision
scuttling out of sight
our legs found each other and we jumped a little in the middle of the night
we jumped a little in the middle of the night
we can never go home again
we can never go home again
we can never go home again
never go home again
the night you nearly got arrested, I was driving around in my brother's car
looking for you in every place we'd been
every falafel stand, every Turkish bar
the steps leading up to the old church
with the boarded up windows where we'd written our names
I wasn't sure that I wanted to find you but I seemed to be hungry for more of your games
I seemed to be hungry for more of your games
we can never go home again
we can never go home again
we can never go home again
never go home again
there are bedbugs in my bed and there's a headache in my head
everything is in its proper place
and we wear the last town on our tired faces
we wear the last town on our tired faces
we can never go home again
we can never go home again
we can never go home again
never go home again
we can never go home again
we can never go home again
we can never go home again
never go home again