My dear I’m so sorry that
you’ve got to spend your days alone
For this I curse and my heart valves burst
I want to say I love you first in some letter I’ll write in verse
But I’m no good with words
And you should hear the other guys
in my department say things like
You know I’m up at 6 and I’m out all day
Just to earn some bucks can I relax okay
Is that too much to ask
But some of the time
I dream that you’ve slipped through my fingers
And you’ve abandoned me
So what if you tell me
you’re going out for cigarettes but you split for the city
To start afresh away from me
I send you off to work with a packed lunch
Call you my honeybunch tell you I’ll miss you much
Cook you that French cuisine that you think I like
Keep up the roleplay your loving happy wife
But what you don’t know and I’ll never tell you is that
I don’t miss you I watch TV all day I drink cocktails at 12
I don’t iron your slacksand
I dread 5 o clock cos that’s when you get back
This isn’t personal yes I still love you
but I’m not in love with you
So maybe I’ll tell you
I’m going out for cigarettes but split for the city
To start afresh away from you