Paintbox

Last night I had too much to drink

Sitting in a club with so many fools

Playing to rules, trying to impress

But feeling rather empty

I had another drink

What a way to spend that evening

They all turn up with their friends

Playing the game

They're in the scene

I should have been far away

Getting up, I feel so bad

Remembering what's been before

I open the door

To empty room

Then I forget

The telephone rings and someone speaks

She would very much like to go out to a show

So what can I do?

I can't think what to say

She sees through anyway

Out of the front door I go

Traffic's moving rather slow, I'm arriving late

There she waits looking very angry

As cross as she can be

Getting up, I feel so bad

Remembering what's been before

I open the door

To an empty room

Then I forget