Alchemisland

Cheeky chat don’t pay your way

Certain rules you can’t disobey

I’m sure you’ll say I’ve misportrayed

The circumstances of this sore betrayal

Classic tale: two rutting males

Single guys in their 40s just get a certain way

Stuck in their routines, too late to be saved

Everything must be this or that way, nothing can be changed

Save at their behest, you know the rest

You like to think in terms of how we are blessed

To have you, how we are obsessed and very glad

To serve you and provide lifts to and from your bits, it turned very bad

Like don’t take the red acid, you were being a fucking asshole

Anything this historically fraught never lasts

Man, you big something up in your head, mice become massive

Mounds into mountains but you’re less than half a man

And you’re less than I would usually manage

I can’t hear you anymore, you can’t understand

Like I’m speaking in an extinct dialect of Spanish

You tarnished it when you chose to vanish

You could have made an excuse to save face, you don’t rip off the bandage

When it’s twelve and you’re here until five, I didn’t crack one smile

Or look you once in the eyes

You were on the way out the door, sorry it didn’t work out

I said no worries, peace out, knowing it was the last time

That curt goodbye turned out to be the last sound

The last sound word between us, you were just something to pass time

A pastime that was past time put away, something I’ve outgrown

Like eighteen, different frame

Torso-testing clothes bought when you were eight.