I don't know this ceiling fan, I don't know if I'm a ruined man. I don't see my terrible coat, I don't want the kitchen note. I was waiting for the immediate dread. I was hoping I'd stayed in my bed. My head is aching, my gut is turning, How could I let the shame be so burning? Oh, mate, I couldn't have gone that far. I don't want the sun to hit, I don't think I can handle the pit. I don't need to see her dancing shoes, I don't know if I can refuse. I was waiting for the immediate dread. I was hoping I'd stayed in my bed. My head is aching, my gut is turning, How could I let the shame be so burning? Oh, mate, I couldn't have gone that far. I eye the window, these flights up, do you know? Am I the only one who sees the cheapness of the show? Mate, go get coffee, you've got to survive, The shame is massive, but the hunger keeps the show alive. I push the door, ready for the cringe, This is the moment, standing on the fringe. I was waiting for the immediate dread. I was hoping I'd stayed in my bed. My head is aching, my gut is CHURNING, How could I let the shame be so burning? Oh, mate, I couldn't have gone that far. She looks up, making tea, she smiles and laughs at me. It's only you. And forgot — we just moved in. Oh, mate, it was just my… sweet old girl. Right. My girl. [Silence.]
