It took someone else for you to leave him
I’m happy for you, really I am
But who are you when you’re singular
Not paired off to every opportunity
How do you like your eggs in the morning?
Are you poached?
Solid and reliable, pleasing on the eye
A mess, can’t tell up from down
Go with anything at any time
I’m not judging you, really I’m not
I’m pleased you found a slice of happiness
But they all seem to leave you in the end
And you don’t know who you are
I worry, that’s all.
– Little Ginge x