Short on energy, struggling with a cold
Ironically, I'm living healthily
Now - in good time for when Louis has told
Me he's moving back in (next Saturday)
Makes life easier if I'm not secretly
Longing for this or that behind his back
And great when I come home late I don't buy
A bag of booze and pack of cigs and stick
Myself on the balcony, start to smoke
As though it's some great release from the hold
Of tension... What tension? It's so silly
In fact it's just delusion, a mere trick
To fill the time from now til I am old
By doing nothing satisfactorily
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