Worry

Her silhouette is bleaker than a cigarette

On a Tuesday morn when I feel humanity slip

From broken hands down to her hips

Realising lethargy in both her eyes

And as the sun emancipates the dawn

Her tanlines cackle with the power of the allegory

For a man

He's deeper than the sundarbans

And the whistful way that he could hold her stare

Leaves heartache hanging in the swollen air

And as they fall apart in separate beds

He carves forever in the cheap wooden bedstead

Realise bitterness in both her eyes

And the way his words could strip

The walls she's climbing

Oh at the end oh no oh

I worry about the way she lay

Oh at the end oh no oh

Too much worry

Worry

Worry

Worry

Repeat

He holds her down

Everything is anguish now

With the shallowness of every breath

He waits until she is bereft

Realise

Nothing now in both her eyes

And the way his words have stripped

The walls she's climbing

Oh at the end oh no oh

I worry about the way she lay

Oh at the end oh no oh

Too much worry

Worry

Worry

Worry

Repeat