When I Can (Rubbish)

We don’t make too much waste
Me and my ma can say
So we don’t put the bins out
'Til every other Wednesday
Even though my bro and Rach
And a 6-month-old baby
Throw their rubbish in with ours
Take-aways and nappies
Sorry I could not call you back
You have slipped from my mind again
Don’t take it personally, little one
I’ll call you back again
When I can
I rip up anything with an address
For ma’s fear of identity theft
She knows it’s practically superstitious
But what reasoning do we have left?
And I don’t throw out his post anymore
Language is getting more severe
Fearing that knock upon the door
'Cause his name is on the deeds for here
Sorry I could not call you back
You have slipped from my mind again
Don’t take it personally, little one
I’ll call you back again
When I can
All the times I tried to reach out to you
But you decided to throw it all away