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'Vivian Goes Home' - Who is Jacob Davies?

Recorded version of 'Vivian Goes Home' as part of EP 'Who is Jacob Davies?'. 'Vivian Goes Home' can be found in poetry collection 'The Things They've Never Seen' JDVSWriter.com Words - Jacob Davies Read by - Jacob Davies Edit - Jacob Davies Music - Amber Spill & Megan Wofford Woman's Voice - Hannah Murray as Cassie Ainsworth Words 'Standing solemnly by the kitchen sink Oh god, what must his parents think? Second place stands tall, and riddled with delusional shame, With only a hat to hide away from, the agony outside the window frame. Martha petulantly cries for second place In a wretched call of desperation, a plea for some taste Of course, he runs obligingly so, Stricken by internal woe. She sits and cries with him at the bar Ripped jeans know, the game has gone too far A life unfolds, the day draws to a close, taking time to grieve, Over what could’ve been. Torn sleeves and empty dreams Line up with sly smiles, in Vivian’s head The freedom of movement in her light stepping feet, Is clouded by sheer, northern dread. As Martha comes alive, with him at the bar A sickening memory of life, can be seen enter from afar A face of vexation rears its dominant head, As the first place that haunts him, steps in instead. For you are all the landscape now, As Vivian sits alone in the rain. Her head rolls in agonising seduction As second place is made to watch, from aside… from above The cruel and sickening game Some people call love. Vivian’s head rolls freely as fragility is cast A stomach in knots, lined by vodka shots The sun rests upon sunny, apple blonde hair The living symbol, the living sign… of an afterthought. Martha waves goodbye to second place His emotions now cast away, to outer space Run-away far he does, from the fickle dancer He calls loud for Vivian, but silence is the answer. The only hand now to lay on her shoulder A gentle touch of rain The only day she was truly in control arrives Sirens patrol the plain Suicidal heartbeats, they flatline all the same As Vivian, goes home again.'