The Score

I walk down the street
The sidewalk is soaked
It’s been raining for days
The sunlight is gone
I shiver in my corduroys
And wrap my denim jacket
Around my shoulders
Tight and boneless
Almost airless
My messy hair
Blows in the wind
I pass a record store
Have no money to buy music
But I like Spiritualized

I think of her
Mostly her with him
She was once mine
And he was my best friend
Now they are together
Playing my records and fucking

I make my score
And walk back to the flat
It doesn’t stop raining
Another night
Alone with my dim candle