But That’s Not Me
 [bad word] 
I came home this evening and nothing felt like how it should be
I feel like writing you a letter but that’s not me [x2]

Verse One 
Stepped through the front door, took my coat off and put my bag down 
12 hour shift at work, so I’m glad now I’m home
Proceed to the kitchen for H2O 
      Saw the back light on so shouted “Honey you home?”
Then I heard a whisper, could have sworn it sounded like a Mister
Somewhere in my mind I know there is the chance 
That my wife could be cheating cos she distant 
And if I could confirm it I would leave her in an instant
She in kitchen now she looking all suspicious
Reaching for a towel like she just cleaned the dishes
Nonetheless I put my arm around her gave her kisses 
She took a plate of food from in the oven looks delicious 
She offered me some white wine so I gave the green light
But something bout that back door doesn’t seem right
It was open just a little so I pushed it 
And at that very moment heard [bad word] in the bushes 
So kept looking she saw I wasn’t happy 
So turned on the radio attempting to distract me
I turned and asked her “what could that be?” 
The neighbour’s cat playing in the back? She said “exactly”
But deep down already made my mind up
And plus she had the jitters; broke the bottle cleaned the wine up  
She sweating cos her head is getting wetter 
Should I make an accusation or just leave and write a letter?        
 [bad word] 
Verse Two
I received a message saying I will meet you at eight on my phone
But I realized I’d made a mistake 
We both got the same phone; I didn’t take the right one
Someone is meeting with my wife I think I [bad word] Go, whatever, I’ve gotta find out
Cos I’ll be damned if this is going on in my house
They probably take me for a jerk but this 
Jerk is about to take time off work 
She turns up at lunch time to bring me my phone 
But also to check on the time I’ll be home 
I said eleven as usual 
The voice inside my head is saying can’t you see she’s using you?
But my eyes gotta see it 
If you’re looking for the most naïve my wife’s gotta be it
Now it’s like seven thirty 
And my girly aint got any clue [bad word] home early
And I wanna divert me by 
Thinking maybe what I don’t know won’t hurt me
And now my heart is really racing 
And I’m hesitating cos I’m so afraid of what I’m facing
But deep down already made my mind up
It’s eight on the button and my times up
And my eyes are getting wetter 
Should I kick down this door or just mail through this letter?
 [bad word] 
Outro Verse 
Stepped through the front door, took my coat off and put my bag down 
12 hour shift at work, so I’m glad now I’m home
Proceed to the kitchen for H2O 
      Saw the back light on so shouted “Honey you home?”
Then I heard a whisper, could have sworn it sounded like a Mister
Somewhere in my mind I know there is the chance 
That my wife could be cheating cos she distant 
And if I could confirm it I would leave her in an instant
 [bad word]