Upped sticks and gone 🥲

Staring at your old photographs, whilst fiddling on the phone

And shes all at sixes and sevens, like a dog with a bone

Coz you walked out and went away without moan or a groan

So she hasn’t got the foggiest, why you have upped sticks and gone

Was it something that she’d said? Or perhaps what she had done?

And shes wondering how on earth shes gonna ever carry on?

You have broken her heart from the barrel of your gun

But they tell her that time will heal her pain

As it bleeds from her soul like an ink blot stain

Yet it comes and it goes in a wax and a wane