Curveballs

There’s no greater sight
Than you in your underwear removing mine
And I’ve never felt this good
There’s not a news flash that could deflate my mood
Then
Oh, his clothes on your floor
Oh, I recognise this decor
I’ve been here before
And I can’t, I can’t keep-keeping up with these curveballs
And the more I try, the more my back’s against the wall
And I can’t, I can’t keep-keeping up with these curveballs
Curveballs
Who, when, why, how?
I tend to focus on the past and not the now
I’ll be over this soon
But some images adhere like superglue, like…
Oh, six hands in one bed
Oh, could he not afford the rent?
This feeling won’t end
And I can’t, I can’t keep-keeping up with these curveballs
And the more I try, the more my back’s against the wall
And I can’t, I can’t keep-keeping up with these curveballs
Curveballs
What do you expect me to say?
When the paintings I paint start to leap out their frames
Sweetheart, what do you want me to say?
And I can’t, I can’t keep-keeping up with these curveballs
And the more I dodge, the more my back’s against the wall
And I can’t, I can’t keep-keeping up with these curveballs
Curveballs