happysad - 30 raz

You’re heading out for the thirtieth time
For the thirtieth time, you’re taking our pooch
The kitchen’s lost the scent of eggs on the griddle
Guess I hardly have a read on your brook

On the side table here, by the door
A half-empty pack of fags begging for more
Our wireless still playing its tune
And you’re heading out for the thirtieth moon

But it’s not all storm clouds, love
I know you’re still head over heels, my dove
And blimey, my heart's in a knot for you too

You’re heading out for the thirtieth time
For the thirtieth time, I'm left in the brew
But you're not throwing a wobbly or crying a river
Not slamming the door, nor rolling your peepers askew

But it’s not all storm clouds, love
I know you’re still head over heels, my dove
And blimey, my heart's in a knot for you too

Unsettled tabs for the lights and the heat
The honey pot’s run dry, what a feat
Who's the culprit behind this charade, if not me through and through?

But I implore you, please come back to me x3
But I implore you, please come back to me for the thirtieth spree