Oh, I don't know what to say,
I think I thought of you today,
and I just cannot be sure
but if I did then you were here and you were certainly my cure.
I've lost that thing that I had won,
it fell right through my pocket cleanly like the barrel of a gun.
All the thoughts I think are mine,
as my mind signs the maitre'd and gestures for a glass of wine.
The table laden like a maiden so demure,
I swill my glass and make a pass there could be nothing else I'm sure.
I've been impartial like a diary to you,
even deeper than a secret deeper than you ever knew.
But you don't seem interested in me today,
you look right through me like I did to you,
I did it everyday.
I can't blame you but I won't blame me,
what will that achieve,
nothing that's right,
nothing so I drain my glass and leave.
I step outside and deeply breath the cooling air,
I raise my hand but there's no band,
just that strip that isn't tanned,
And I remember why I woke in such despair