Salt and vinegar

the year wore 2011 and i thought i wore in heaven 

the place wore england and the location wore brighton

but a decade and a life time full of broken hearts 

you became an ghost , a past and a pillow that is wet 

something sugar sweet became salt and vinegar 

those friendly people once met have somehow me , forget

but somehow i like to be there ,  at the inn at the presence of him

but mostly because it felt like heaven sent and this with Brexit 

made me panic , will i ever go back to the my salt and vinegar 

streets that is the key signature in the crisps , in those lips 

and even my home is in Sweden , i always felt more British

i decided to go abroad , leave home to be someone 

but you followed me all over the place 

yeah  the thing with England is you kinda hard to replace

i wore standing in the airport , gave him my passport 

somehow i comeback even though i though we had a fell out 

over something bullshit and i know i am an handful 

but i kinda guess i am a bit of a mouthful 

and i am grateful for all this stories at the inn

because you made the poems begin