Souvenir
Summer’s almost gone,
I rode the bus ten blocks,
I buzzed and I knocked
But you’d changed all the locks
Now I’ll never get over you,
But that’s alright, ‘cos who said I wanted to
A man with a hospital name tag round his wrist
Talked Klingon all way home
The payphone downstairs
Still has your fingerprints on,
I tore the phone from the wall,
For a souvenir, that’s all
Now I still miss you every day,
I’m the broken wing flapping in the wind on the motorway
A barmaid in shiny stretch pants and spiked heels
Pours me doubles all night long