by Mark Reid

After the wedding she left and took half of your things,but you still think that it's just a phaze,
Well there's Fifteen new houses at at the end of your street, but you never saw one brick being laid,

Thirty-Six payments of Thirteen pounds was the deal for your TV,
While your video sits on an old pawn shop to pay the bills for the rest of your family,

You look through the window to see light bounce of tiles,while she waits for something to fall
While Your narrow road runs for Thousands of miles,but your car won't start any more,

Wishing for more of the time that you've spend,Playing for sombobody's wrongs,But not suprisingly,ironically enough you can't remember the songs.