Twelve past noon, an autumn day,
Walked past you outside that dingy cafe.
But the smell had formed hands and pulled me back,
I sat, in the flickering light, next to the salt and pepper.
I fell in love with the coffee stains,
That taste on your tongue before you said;
"People are not really worth it,
Everything they get, well they deserve it.
I apologise but I'm not sorry,
Leaving you is apprehensible."
That was all the spring air needed
A sour note to be defeated.
Now I'm doing my washing every day,
The smell of your life down the drain.
I hear that the chemicals are killing the animals.
And I know that you're to blame.
