Bitter Pill To Swallow

Eighteenth June, the only day you didn't hit snooze,

Woke up with a smile and left me in blues

I knew something was up when the dinner table

Smelled of cigarettes while you were crafting fables

Think I bet twenty dollars two days back

When he said "don't worry it ain't going to wack"

That's when I knew he knew, even he's reading you

And your friend told me too, now I'm burning your shoes

Burning the jacket that you gave me

Burning the disc we burned but keeping the black Mercedes

I kept some suitcases on the front porch

Fruit-flavoured lipstick and a blowtorch