We went to see modern 'art' in some lighthouse
Whilst she patiently waited for the right house
And we would visit waterstones to steal books
Always put them back as we weren't real crooks

I was calling it a date 'til she said otherwise
She said stuff that made me dread a goodbye
Her logic was you don't need meds to survive
And now, I don't know if she's dead or alive

I have no sympathy, she's bled me bone dry
I'd need a polygraph to shred through...