Tell me you know he's here.
Tell me "come home, you're mine".
Shouting out in the town
We don't care who's around
Because this is the last time.

Silence on the freeway
Until we get to the driveway at home.
With one hand up my shirt,
And one hand up my skirt,
You tell me I'm not alone.

It was beautiful agony
For two years, maybe three.
Kept me trapped with each kiss
And the ring in your lip
And you knew I'd never leave.

A post-*** serenade.
Drank your Kool-Aid, I was blind.
Overdosed you with love
When you didn't give me enough.
I guess we're a different kind.

I lay in your bed.
I shouldn't have been there.
But still I lay in your bed,
And I found a hair.
Too long to be yours.
Too blonde to be mine.
I'm no longer yours,
But I still wish you were mine.

How bitter sweet to be entwined for one last time.
And for one last dance to the song of our united breath.
How bitter sweet to be given one last chance to shine.
Who'd have known a goodbye could be so welcoming?

I'll never forgive my washing machine.
How it took the last of you away from me.
How it lathered
and rinsed
and drained your musk.
"Confident and fresh" you used to mock the slogan.
Now the fabric smells of softener,
And the colour's crisp and pure.
And it's just a tshirt again.

Forget your mothers words
When she told you lying is wrong
Because once you've had the truth
You'd have preferred the lie all along.

Soles hang,
Souls hang
Amongst the green.
They dangle, pleading of acknowledgment.
They twirl in their places,
Connected by their laces.
Countless but clear.
The shoe tree whispers "we were here"