Concert For One
You ask me to come to one of your gigs
Every Thursday over a pint at The Hop
I politely decline
Every Thursday
You sat there dressed in plaid and denim
Your lips curl over the glass
Well I couldn’t possibly watch
Them curl over a microphone
In front of all those people
I prefer a concert for one
Sat in my backyard
Dancing to songs of your travels
With cigarette in hand,
The only one listening
Selfish I know
But you make me that way
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