| I’ve been terrified since you walked out the door
|
| And these were not the lies I’d told you once before
|
| And this is not the end it’s still an outside bet
|
| I’m not taking off my wedding ring just yet
|
| And it’s years since I took stock of it
|
| Seems that it’s not come to much
|
| This is everything I ever owned
|
| Collapsed into the car
|
| I’ve been terrified for far too fucking long
|
| What is that thing I lack that makes you so damn strong
|
| Your letter in my hands is rolled into a ball
|
| With drunken comedy is thrown hard at the wall
|
| And it’s years since I took stock of it
|
| Seems that it’s not come to much
|
| This is everything I ever owned
|
| Collapsed into the car
|
| And the stitches are unravelling
|
| And the seams have all but burst
|
| Maybe all my years of travelling
|
| Have quenched a worn out thirst
|
| These years have flown by
|
| And these hands are shaking
|
| And I have no notion
|
| Of what happens next
|
| And there’s a kind of freedom
|
| When I think of it
|
| But then the panic quickens
|
| And there is no solace |