You never spend a pound when you can spend a penny,
how I once saw you, new beauty, lost now, is a legacy fading.
It’s because of all the jars of coins you gave me, I took, I was selfish
and anyway I used to think you were free, I mean never not free.
You can hold my arsecheek if I can hold your arsecheek,
That’s so romantic, that’s such a gift to give.
Usurper, that’s what I call you when you steal my kinks
and nothing costs as much as the errors I’ve marked us with.
It’ll be cold tomorrow, icy and uncertain and the cars will skid,
you’ll be alone but don’t be deceived, I’ll be here where we were..
It’s not a constant calling I’m talking about, it’s a distant whisper,
barely audible, you should do a stock take of my longing.
Every time I don’t touch you I’m buried deep, I’m dead.
Every time you turn away you’re my executor, you’re sleeping.