Bless you 2,
mess is true,
best is you,
lest is new.

Hurt is a tear,
to flirt is quite clear,
you must in truth be dear.

help is there,
where tis n'er,
it's lust in youth and quite insincere
Life is too short,
for we are but nought,
I wish you well in sadness Dears.
xx

I'm not going to be there
I can't do that anymore
you wanted to be free
and so you're free to fall

the suit of shining armour
is hidden in the loft
my mobiles missing
the white chargers really lost.

The space you needed
is a vacuum now, you see
and you need some human contact?
well that human isn't me

This wasn't how you saw your life
you wanted something more
went looking for excitement
and left an apple core.

a whirlwind rattled through here
and blew you out the door
you left behind so little
but you've made it seem much more

What was the damned attraction?
Why was it such a chore?
I don't need the aggravation
I still find your apple cores

Now you talk of my mistake
and all the things we did
how you wish we could start over
How I wish I could be rid!

I'm not going to be there
you know one thing is true
We're never going to fix this
even though I miss you too