Weird Weekend

We were in your room
And we were listening to your mum’s old records
You put the White Album on
And said this was their magnum opus
I didn’t know what you meant
But I could see down your vest
And then the grooves got out of focus

“There’s a party on on Saturday night
You should come”
I said “I’d love to, but the lift in’s a pain
For my mum”
She said “well, you could stay at mine
And it might coincide with my mum
Doing nights in the hospital”

So Saturday came and inconspicuously I
Said I was “going down to town tonight”
I was staying with Darren (yeah his mum was in on it too)
But I was so frightened underneath and uptight
My mum said “are you alright?”
I said “I’m fine!”
Though it ended in a fight, eventually I arrived
She dropped me off
But I wanted to die
I kind of wanted just to go home and watch Corrie that night

Enough to sacrifice weird weekends for her?
I could just picture you taking your clothes off
Like it’s so routine and me there feeling sick as per
And ugly

It looks so easy
In 33mm, now we’re dodging bouncers
Standing by the speakers
And she looks like a screen goddess
But I wonder will she feel like one?
Will her skin go static when I press my fingers up against her?

Now I’m in two minds
If I want your mum doing nights
At the hospital