Unhinged Melody (22nd February 2009, 9.18am)
I sit here and watch outside your house,
From two doors down, across the road,
Waiting for you to get up and leave for work,
And hoping you don’t notice me;
My car’s generic.
You took me to lunch in another town,
An hour away where we knew no-one
And then we spent the afternoon in a hotel,
Drinking champagne and going down
In turns on each other.
Do you think that this doesn’t count?
How do you imagine she will see it,
If someone let it slip that we always tend
To work late on the same evenings?
I’m sure she’d count it.
And where the hell is all my pride?
I think I left it behind under your desk
That night when the office had gone quiet
And you slowly took off my dress;
I confess, I liked it.
I watch you pick up your kids from school
In your shiny, great big four wheel drive,
Feeling like a fool in my battered old Astra
Which the garage managed to keep alive,
And feel only jealousy.
I could burst right inside your family home
While you were out working late again
And confess everything to your wife,
But I’d probably end up getting fired
And I need the money.
So I’ll just keep following you around,
Letting all my dreams get in the way of
Rationality and pretending that it matters
To you as much as me; that one day
You’ll leave her for me.