Please remove your hooks from me

yeah well you left me didn't you

this is day ten

day ten

count 'em

onetwothree

fourfivesix

seveneightnineten

nineten ninethen ten

Monday to a Wednesday a week past

To a thursday then a friday

If he calls, it will be sunday, but he won't

I'm not waiting you know not waiting

I have written him in my heart a thousand times

and I dream of getting lost on the bus lines in the chilterns

lost lost lost

Shams, i lost him on the buses

i didn't mind anything of his non life

his non car his non job his non house

Shams, you can't make a partnership of one

solo acts don't co-create

I am not it

not it

not

ninethenten

nine then ten

oh my god why does it hurt so much 

the place you are

 You've got your foot on my low back

And it's a dull ache that makes it hard to walk,

hard to stand

you're gone anyway

and i wish you'd hurt yourself