Found Out
I found out, I found out,
looked about,
took you home,
wanted to be alone,
but you smiled,
with eyes of strangeness,
and said, ‘Give me a phone.’
I found out, I found out,
found out what you are all about.
I could have lived in ignorance,
so why couldn’t I?
I mean,
everyone else does.
I could have taken drugs,
but that’s an easy route to hell.
I need an escapism that treats me well,
and that is you.
I found out, I found out.
James Garratt – Tuesday 15th March 1994
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Found Out – Tuesday 15th March 1994 (Aged 19)
