Slow Graffiti

There's a portrait in a back room Which I keep for days upon, which I relent And gaze for hours on the muscle skin and bone Of some imaginary friend So how about it? Show me please, how I will look in twenty years And let me please interpret history in every line And scar that's painted there in front of me It doesn't matter, what I'm thinking What I tell myself to do I'll end up calling I stay in to defrost the fridge Now the kid has gone to bed, a feeling of dread At least when she's around the trouble's there It's worse to wake up with her falling 'round the room Listen Johnny, you're like a mother To the girl you've fallen for And you're still falling Listen Johnny, you're like a mother To the girl you've fallen for And you're still falling and if they come tonight You'll roll up tight and take whatever's coming to you