There's a week's worth of post by the door
The sundays unread lie all over the living-room floor
Just when I think I'm not thinking of you
You steal right up to me and stay for a lifetime or two
I can't believe it's happening again
Pictures of you as you were once before
I guess they'll stop only when, yesterday comes once more
Records unplayed keep the peace
A week's worth of washing-up stands in the kitchen at ease
It's hard to find time for those everyday chores
When I can't turn my mind from your sexual mores
(I can't believe...)
Saturday's bad, but Sunday is worse
You're a tricky fixation to try and reverse
It's once in a while if it happens at all
But when it does I'm reduced from a walk to a crawl
It's disturbing to see in my photos of you
You're staying eighteen, though I'm now thirty two
Wherever you are, you're not who you were
And I'll come to my senses, though I'm still not quite there
credits
from outpost,
released May 19, 2015
Written, played and produced by Barry Horrocks
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