Tonight from Youth by Louis Barabbas & The Bedlam Six

You had me packed like an artefact
In the cotton of your ambition
But there was something in my condition
That made me long for a little more.
You had me squeezed for at least
The last two years of marriage
But some mistaken adage
Made you blind to what was in store.

I’ll be waiting up
When you get home tonight

I made a cat-flap for my jealousy
So it could roam where it wanted.
It had a sorry tail that it flaunted
But every night it still came home
(Unlike you) but I made do
With those slivers of deceit,
Those little tributes left at my feet
For which your conscience will atone.

I’ll be waiting up
When you get home tonight

Now I’m so fraught and overwrought
Like a bird among the rafters,
But it ain’t laughter that I’m after,
Just a grim and knowing sneer.
As for you, when I’m through
You’ll be sore down to your ligaments.
There ain’t no love without disfigurement,
I’ve known no fondness without fear.

I’ll be waiting up
When you get home tonight

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