Dean Parker - Old Romantics

There laid a Jenga tower romance knocked over by a child
Reasons upon reasons of why she ever changed her mind
Maybe the tabbing on the school run or even that time we tried

Sat there with silver spoons and old cartoons on turned our skin to rind
And served as a distraction to all the help that we could find
Some reconciliation we both endeavoured to decline
I called out for my consort till one day there was was no reply

Now she’s got her t shirt on backwards cos she's rushed home from a friend's
They got up to something you can tell how this one ends
It’s not fair
But in the hours she was gone I was out finding someone
To do all the same things at the same time
So it’s not fair, but it’s alright

She’d ask all the hard questions like, 'Could a nihilist see the light,
end up an old postino in the early morning shine?’
I stood, stared and probably dared to share something unwise

On the palms of my hands right there’s a little extra time
For better or for worse I think that it would be unkind
To keep going with the deal we took when we felt so obliged

I never seemed to realise just how much time she’d spend
Checking for my silhouette then off to play pretend
It wasn’t fair

But in the hours she was gone I was out there with someone
Doing all the same things at the same time
And it’s not fair, but it’s alright

We used to be old romantics
We never talk about it
We used to be old romantics
We never talk about it
We used to be old romantics
We never talk about it
We used to be old romantics
We never talk about it

Written by:
DEAN PARKER

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