more a row of cd’s

left gathering dust

that I’d made

in more romantic times

the getting together

never got played these days

now she’d seen through

my half baked dreams

I’d let her down

more than once

being a man chasing money

than dropping everything

living high on credit

loving her beyond my means

she told me more than once

oh I don’t need much

then came the bills

the hair the nails

car to fix rain coming in

presents to buy

come Christmas birthdays

dunno how she’d managed

before I was around

but now seemed a good time

for her to find out

all over again