When we walked the streets together 
All the faces seemed to smile back 
Now the pavements have nothing to offer 
And all the faces seem to need a slap 

There's an unfamiliar grip 
On an unfamiliar handkerchief 
Attending to the tears on cheeks I wouldn't 
notice with you 
No matter how vicious the grief 
Her expression was damp and crooked 
Grabbed onto my throat and won't let go 

Save me from the secateurs 
I'll pretend I didn't hear 
Can't you see I'm a ghost in the wrong coat 
Biting butter and [bad word] 

There's a handsome maverick 
You don't talk about to keep me calm 
And I can't help it if I create a version 
That pulls you back onto his arm 

Please don't tell me 
You don't have to darling, I can sense 
That he painted you a gushing sunset 
And slayed angry panthers in your defence 
And he stands separate and ever deadly 
Clings onto my throat and won't let go