Summer Break In San Remo

There’s little left to say, except you
Had to get your way, but that’s OK
Cos I got mine and you’re free to
Walk away, all those decisions never
Made, all those words were never
Said, the songs we took as ours are
Now redundant and unworn. My
Hands are tied behind my back, a
Victim of this circumstance, the
First to say it’s inconsiderate to
Wait anymore. I wished I’d asked
For you to stay but you’d have left
Here anyway, always get the things
You want and I’m left counting down
The days, all those decisions never
Made, all the words were never
Said, the songs we took as ours
Now seem so far away. The
Distance is untold