You had me packed like an artefact in the cotton of your ambition
But there was something in my condition
That made me long for a little more.
You had me squeezed for at least the last two years of marriage
But some mistaken adage made you blind to what was in store.

I'll be waiting up when you get home tonight.

I made a cat-flap for my jealousy so it could roam where it wanted.
It had a sorry tail that it flaunted
But every night it would come home
(Unlike you).
But I made do
With those slivers of deceit,
Those tributes left at my feet
For which your conscience will atone.

I'll be waiting up when you get home
Tonight.

Now I'm fraught and overwrought
Like a bird among the rafters,
But it's not laughter that I'm after,
Just a grim and knowing sneer.
As for you:
When I'm through
You'll be sore down to your ligaments.
I've known no love without disfigurement,
I've known no fondness without fear.

I'll be waiting up when you get home tonight.

I'll be waiting for you
I'll be waiting for you
I'll be waiting for you

Tonight.