You sit and swig one, two, three
because you know he will not be home
You take a drag one, two, three
because he hates it when you smoke
You wait until it is dark, dark, dark
to walk far away from home
You like him but you also like him and him
just in case one lets you down
And when the light shines through the curtain,
onto his worn out chest, you turn to the dark shadow
to pick up the ashtray and the shattered glass
You lift the hood above your head and close your eyes so still
because you know he will be back and you will feel fulfilled.