We didn't drift through the years
I remember the cute moments
like when you burst through the bathroom door
and threw the toaster into my bath
but it pulled from the plug on entry
and I blew smoke rings at the roof
and told you
"Baby I love it when you get frisky"
or when you pulled that gun
and fired six shots into the wall
and I told you
"Baby you're missing me on purpose,
but your arse looks so good in those jeans"
and later we'd melt into an embrace
now your all shacked up with
an accountant down on the river
and I'm left wondering
where the passion went