Not Alone - Thea Gilmore

You sat in the back with all of your bags packed

A torn bit of paper from under the stairs

And you’re following your heart but the heart is an axe

And it’s calling her number but she isn’t there

So it cuts through the air and it chalks up the losses

And carves her initials into your right hand

Cos truth is a trick it’s a tired dominatrix

But truth’s not exactly what you had planned

Now you’re driving driving home

And you’re sure you’re not alone

She lit you like christmas the day you first met her

A red dress and champagne a spider of smoke

And you know yeah you know that you should have known better

But she pressed up against you and laughed at your jokes

It’d sure been a while since you’d felt that it mattered

Sweat and white skin and the smell of perfume

One little touch your illusion was shattered

You led her out to your car and you rented a room

Now you’re driving driving home

And you’re sure you’re not alone

For a while the pretense was a welcome companion

A colourful footnote in a black and white week

And you swear yeah you swear that you did respect her

But respect just showed up in blue marks on her cheek

And she tried a few tricks but you knew how to find her

And then she just left like smoke in a glass

And there wasn’t a trace save a newsprint reminder

You’d say you’d been working if anyone asked

Now you’re driving driving home

And you’re sure you’re not alone

Now you’re driving driving home

And you’d swear you’re not alone