33

Verse You probably pictured it differently Than rusty VWs all your life At one point almost married a butcher So solid, so grounded, a craftsman, you thought Chorus Now solving crosswords in bed Leave the light on, there’s no one that minds Verse ’08 you stopped wearing make-up You’re sick just thinking about Bangladesh Your green batik dress doesn’t fit you no more That’s a shame cause batik’s coming back Chorus Now faint-hearted dance moves in the bathroom You and a mirror, the two of you Verse One year you dated a professor On the third date he told you he liked peeing games You always wanted to paint or to emigrate But the hassle and the errands just fucked it all up Chorus Grandma’s still sending you money For one decent dinner, no +1 Verse Petrarca wrote 300 sonnets All for a woman that didn’t exist On the way home you cried in the taxi Love is an awful enemy, my dear Chorus This year you are 33 But when you cry you still look 16