confident men

it was a parisian fluke and what did i do?

i sat on a bollard and didn't move

although i knew that

that there is something i just can't pretend

confident men and their unwelcome friends

always win in the end

always

read into signs like a knowing wink

more than i should

emails that drowned in lovers ink

know that i would

make poor excuses for the things i never dared

i would have kissed you but the moon was there

watching no-one care

no way

with spirit waltzing

i found something

that belonged to you

years ago

the emails were drowned in lovers ink

for their own good

i'll tell you something

i just can't pretend

confident men and their unwelcome friends

will kill me in the end

always