Loving one,today has come.
it ended with skies bright and our hands holding tight.
Its 2 am, The funerals tomorrow, poor you.
I didnt cry when my mum died.
Youre perfumes starting to cloy.
I kept it in my head how you lied.
And at night, my head is tucked in your shoulder and neck.
I do not cry, my crystal ball denies.
You will leave tomorrow,
well Dear.
He spills beer on you, I Smell it on your clothes.
he eats up your time, Only stopping to Throw his fist to your face.
This is how it feels, I remind myself,
Day by day,
To be the other man.