It wasn't always like this
David Brown

It wasn't always like this - the perfect Des' Res'
Now it's important to her - for appearances

No 'God bless this kitchen' - no knick-knack shelf
Just designer labels - that say taste and wealth

Everything is pristine - it's like a new show home
It's like nobody lives here - and maybe they don't

And love is an old piece of furniture
In the attic, away from display
It was all we had when I moved in with her
Can't bring myself to throw it away

The car is a statement. That yells rather than talks
It stops her hearing the tick of - her biological clock

Her career is careering - it's out of control
She's all over the fast lane - I'm out for a stroll

And love is an old upright bicycle
Neglected, in the shed, in the cold
All it needs is a clean and a basic oil
But I know I'll never see it back on the road

She's lashed to her laptop - a slave to the machine
The one that they promised - would set us all free

Her mobile is like a baby - always crying at her side
She feeds it goo-goo ga-ga - to keep it satisfied

And love is an old book of poetry
We used to read to each other in bed
It's lost in a forest of pulp book trees
I can't recall the last time it was read