When we walked the streets together
All the faces seemed to smile back
Now the pavements have nothing to offer
And all the faces seem to need a slap

There's an unfamiliar grip
On an unfamiliar handkerchief
Attending to the tears on cheeks I wouldn't notice with you
No matter how vicious the grief
Her expression was damp and crooked
Grabbed onto my throat and won't let go

Save me from the secateurs
I'll pretend i didn't hear
Can't you see i'm a ghost in the wrong coat
Biting butter and crumbs

There's a handsome maverick
You don't talk about to keep me calm
And I can't help it if I create a version
That pulls you back onto his arm

Please don't tell me
You don't have to darling, I can sense
That he painted you a gushing sunset
And slayed angry panthers in your defence

And he stands separate and ever deadly
Clings onto my throat and won't let go