You know how you sometimes turn on the radio and wish really hard
That they'll play a tune you really want to hear.
She could tell from my face
That I was fucking high.
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Perhaps I didn't tell you about this.
When I went into the bank on Wednesday morning to terminate my accounts
I had to bite my lip to hold back the tears.
As I stood before the counter, watching him cut up my cards,
I realised that I'd finally memorised my mastercard number.
I walked out, feeling so misplaced.
I sat at the cafe across the road, and ordered breakfast.
I wiped away the tears as I spoke on the phone,
Trying to avoid attention while seated in the lonely middle of the room.
It's nothing but the female desire to attribute a symbolic significance to everything.
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