Max Tundra

With astounding grace
Ill forget your face
Accidental she
hasnt noticed me
We will never be
Id like to be as articulate as Mr. L
Writing songs about Barbara of Seville
Such a wonderful way with a pen, when hes feeling unwell
I only sing about things that happen to me
I never learnt how to fill my songs with allegory
While my peers paid attention in English, I thought about how
I could undress the girl who appeared in my life with a pow
Never mind that she slipped from my hand, because look at me now
Stir that dish with a spoon I found on the street
Every boy needs a meal thats protein replete
Sometimes I would faint in the days when I didnt eat meat
We soon lost count of the meals we had at your place
I stand and wash but the food wont come off my face
A pan of plain soup and a piece of stale bread in the bowl
A rusty meringue and a slice of a pig on a roll
Oh, the things we could eat if a casserole dish had a soul
He fled this town for a quiet house by the sea
A lesser risk of a chance encounter with me
Does he realise that I relocated in January?
A curving glance from a man on Charing Cross Road
A signal that I will have to write my own code
Long ago, when I used to be friends with a boy I betrayed
I was evil, how dare I end up with the one that he craved
But it turned out alright cause shes been by my side for an age
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