What the Doctor meant to give him was six months, but what she's gone and done, is taken them away.
All those times you didn't do what you felt like doing. All the times you didn't smash your face through the glass, and danced on the old tin roof in the rain with your dick out.
So, I'm propped against the window, waiting to see if anyone needs waving to, and the sky is looking very Constable out there, and all i've got is a paintbrush and a bucket of turps.
The Doctor's given you six months, but all you wanted was a hug.
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