Too lost for therapy - The Wombats

Nineteen

I heard a key in the door as the program I was watching came to an end. It was half 11. I looked over the back of the sofa and sure enough it was Murph.
"Alright" He said, putting his keys in the bowl on the side and coming to sit next to me.
"So, Rose?" I asked, raising my eye brow at him.
"It was a just a catch up. She's back in Liverpool for a week."
"How's she getting on?"
"Good..." He went quiet.
"You still like her don't you. That's why you went"
"Of course I do. I never got over her" He told me and I smiled. There was a knock on the door.
"Yeah?" I called.
"It's me" Tord knocked on the door again. Murph jumped up and let him in before they both joined me on the sofa.
"This feels weird" Murph said.
"What does?" I looked at him.
"Us three. Together. When are we gonna start making fuckin tunes?" Me and Tord laughed. 
"We have some of Little Miss Pipedream recorded as I told you a while ago, just need your vocals"
"Can we do it now?"
"Murph, it's half 11 at night"
"And? They'll still be open. Come on. Tord, you drive"

Our pleading didn't work. When Murph had his mind set on something, there was no changing it. So there we were, recording Little Miss Pipedream at midnight. Clive was engineering for us as Mark had gone to visit his mum in hospital.
"Why are we doing this now?" The slightly intoxicated Clive asked me.
"Fuck knows, it's Murph" He shrugged. Tord came up behind me, leaning his head on my shoulder. Murph was in the soundproof box setting up the microphone.
"He was telling me that he went out for a 'coffee' with Rose"
"Yep. Must have been more than a coffee. He's in a really good mood" Clive and Tord sniggered and Murph looked up.
"This good?" He tapped on the mic and it came blasting through the speakers. Clive stuck his thumb up.