When we walked the streets together
All the faces seemed to smile back
And 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.