Split for the City

My dear I'm so sorry that you've got to spend your days alone

For this I curse and my heart valves burst

I want to say I love you first in some letter I'll write in verse

But I'm no good with words

And you should hear the other guys in my department say things like

“You know I'm up at 6 and I'm out all day Just to earn some bucks can I relax okay

Is that too much to ask ”

But some of the time I dream that you've slipped through my fingers

And you've abandoned me

So what if you tell me you're going out for cigarettes but you split for the city

To start afresh away from me

Away from me

Away from me

I send you off to work with a packed lunch

Call you my honeybunch tell you I'll miss you much

Cook you that French cuisine that you think I like

Keep up the roleplay: your loving happy wife

But what you don't know and I'll never tell you is that

I don't miss you I watch TV all day I drink cocktails at 12

I don't iron your slacks and I dread 5 o clock cos that's when you get back

This isn't personal yes I still love you but I'm not in love with you

So maybe I'll tell you I'm going out for cigarettes but split for the city

To start afresh away from you

Away from you

Away from you