Swear
I left me phone on the table,
Probably
her ringing again,
We’re
going to sort things through at last…
Mad
to leave a full glass, and drinks on the house!
This
is living, me and the boys.
Leave
it on the bar...I’m off for a smoke.
God
me nerves are in bits, I’m dying for a smoke.
With
heavy heart and hand I lay the table.
We
talked of kids, he wanted boys.
He
won’t be home again.
Still
stuck inside this dusty house,
He’s
had his chance, this was his last.
I’m
cleaned out, better make this last,
Here,
have you anymore smokes?
What’s
her problem anyway...a house is a house is a house.
Me
head weighs a tonne, lay it on the cold table,
The
electrics gone unpaid again
This
isn’t the life I imagined when I was a boy.
I
can see him now, ‘big man’ with the boys,
The
bars are closing, why is he always last?
Painful
decisions made, I eat alone again.
Dinner
burnt black, a room full of smoke,
Cards
laid flat on the table,
It
takes more than bricks and mortar to build a house.
Kids?
Who’d rear kids in such a house?
Sure
it’s early yet, rack them up boys!
Dinner
stone cold upon the table,
I
deserve a drink, stone cold sober since Sunday last.
Look
at the state of me, baggy eyeballs black as smoke
There’s
the bleeding phone again.
I’ve
warned him time and time again!
Does
he really think I won’t leave this house?
I
remember the blue-eyed boy bumming a smoke…
The
man who thinks he’s still a boy.
No
regard for me, ‘if you’re not first you’re last’
Two
uneven legs make a rocky table.
Never
again will I eat alone in this house
The
eternal boy is free at last
When
the smoke clears I’ll lay my own table.
