the afternoon sun gives you a glow.
a glow so warm, that they’d never know.
beauty sleeps. and we don’t speak.
it’s been over a week.
days. days. days.
how long will you keep up this charade?
days. days. days. the silent treatment remains.

my love is a landslide, relentless and fast.
my love’s an alsatian, feral and sharp.
my love was too much
and never enough.

i’ll keep you pretty, so pretty my love.
i’ll keep you pretty, so pretty my love.
you’re so very pretty, when you’re silent my love.
i’ll keep you pretty, my dolly, my love.

the house is a mess, this council cesspit.
cold dinners lie uneaten all around the bed.
we watch you’re tv. but you don’t laugh anymore.
so i switch to channel 4.
3 2 1. your silence gnaws.
bores. holes. it’s been
days. days. days
is this all that remains?

i’ll chase away the green
with lipstick and porcelain.

yes, i’m getting better, better, better.
yes, i’m getting better, better, better.