Flashback Friday

As the cab speeds through a rush of sleet
I’ve had my spirits a bit too neat
I want to come and seek you out, oh yeah
I find you sprawled out on his bed
Climaxing in your Maxi
Startled that I found the key on top of the gas box
I remember mentioning
I do breaking and entering
'Cause it’s a flashback Friday, baby
'Cause it’s a flashback Friday night
I wish I’d known when we were together
That I’d want to hold you tight
And I’m so sorry, honey
But I didn’t have the foresight
And yeah, I said foresight and not Bruce Forsyth
But they’re easily mixed up
The night your ex tried to kill himself
You read out his suicide text
And I was so unsympathetic, oh yeah
Inviting me to your mum’s
Little house in the Cotswolds
I said I couldn’t go 'cause I’m scared of dogs
And they had one
Keep the engine running
I won’t be a sec, oh yeah
'Cause it’s a flashback Friday, baby
'Cause it’s a flashback Friday night
I wish I’d known when we were together
That I’d want you for all time
And I’m so sorry, baby
I’ve committed a passionate crime
And now I’m coming up the garden steps
Well, I’m standing outside his posh house
And I can see a chandelier
Through the top bit of glass in the door frame
I want to call your name
I wanna
I wanna shout it out
I try to find something rock-hard
That’ll penetrate the top bit
But as I get down on my knees to look, I realize
What the hell am I doing?
What the hell am I doing?
I shoulda never flashed back
Never have flashed back
I shoulda never looked back
Never have looked back
When I get home I’m burying my file of facts
When I get home I’m burying my head in my hands
I shoulda never flashed back
Never have looked back
I shoulda never looked back
Never have looked back
Images of you scantily clad
Going with somebody as old as your dad
Images of you eating take-away
Living with the silver trays
Early night to morning, screwing
This is what I live with now in lieu of life with you