I see you put on your best smart shoes
Impress London with your urgent news
You are single and you are free
Turning away from your home and me
You say, “Just go out and have your fun,
Pretend again that you’re twenty-one!”
But I am alone and I’m forty-four
So make sure, behind you, you lock the door
You walk away without a bitter kiss
Leaving me in this putrid bliss
I always wanted to be alone anyway
Waiting for the end to this fucking day
You say, “Be single in Cinderella’s best shoe,
Pretend again that you’re twenty-two!”
But I am alone and I’m forty-five
And I no longer wish to be alive
Take the train to your sparkling place
And lay down your old, drunken disgrace
Go and turn on your young life’s throttle
As I peer into another empty bottle
You say, “Embrace it, you are now free,
Pretend again that you’re twenty-three!”
But I am alone and I’m forty-six
And I’m trapped inside these fucking bricks
And have it all, take with you my heart
Find some young bitch now that we’re apart
Take cocaine and get on the T.V.
Worry not for your family and me
You say, “Have a ball and seize the floor,
Pretend again that you’re twenty-four!”
But I am alone and I’m forty-seven,
And I’ve not the comfort of believing in Heaven
Stand back from my children and home
I would hurl the world’s deadliest stone
I would drown you in these tears, too
And scream from my window, ‘Fuck you!’
You say, “Now is your chance to be alive,
Pretend again that you’re twenty-five!”
But I am alone and I’m forty-eight,
And there is not another minute I can wait
For you to set me free
And be released from the memory
Of all the years I now see
Scribbled across the wall in front of me
Rid it from this desolate mind
And take away this useless time
Send me another ten bottles of wine
In the knowledge that nothing will make this fine
Like it never was anyway
And so it is to wait for the end of the day
When a bitter woman will drunkenly say
To the mirror in a way
That is so very blunt:
If I don’t wake up tomorrow, tell him that he is a terrible cunt.