Nightmare scenario: she's with another
It's not even like it's a gameable brother
She's seeing (and loving) a wonderful chap
Whose features are nowhere on your feeble map
Yeah everyone knows that you want her more
But only you know that it's making you sore
Inside

She likes you, they like you, you're dining together
But they're not the cat at the end of its tether
Or drowned in the rain looking in from outside
As they move to coffee and gooseberry pie.
It's true that the meal is a nice interlude
But only you know how it's slicing you through
Inside

You're ushering in a beautiful thing
The music is perfect but you cannot sing
The weather is blue and just getting bluer
It's catching, you know there's no imminent cure
Sit on your hands, assist with the day
And try to ignore the burning pain
Inside

Your shoulder was never a comfortable thing
But maybe there's no-one else listening
The talking is writing, the wall is too high,
Absorption's creating a soul full of sighs.
This one is the one or at least you believe.
It has to be so, or are you that naive
Inside?