Some Life (McLeod)

And now, there’s a photograph of you I keep around
It's saved, to draw moustache and glasses on your face
I've torn, your dedication from every book you bought
I've lied, a thousand times to keep you satisfied.

Coz you touched everything I was and left a bruise
And blamed me for the love you deserved to lose
Now you call my friends with the latest excuse.

Keep warm, in your northern bedsit with analogue telephone
Don’t slur, when you’ve drunk so much you don’t know who you are
Does he mind, your empty head and reasonable behind?
Some life, each 9 to 5, provincial Friday night.

You clown: you jumped ship when I was about to drown
You had to be, celebrity, renowned
Sobriety means nothing to you now .

And I loved you, would’ve done anything for you
Would’ve cleaned the car, would’ve fought a war
Would’ve been a star for you,
And I loved you, would’ve done anything for you
Would’ve bought the paint, would’ve entertained
Would’ve been a saint for you.

And I loved you, would’ve done anything for you
Would've paid the bills, sanded windowsills
I nearly took some pills for you.

(© McLeod, 1999)