Shields Street

she looks like her mother
when her mother was young
does her best to tell me what went wrong
colour spreads from a little bruise
as silence fills this little room
she says she loves him
i lie still as the garbage truck rolls by
i forgot the bins again last night
the words you chose to tell me
have turned in me all night
we used to hold each other
now i can barely hold against the night
he catches the tram
with the morning crowd
tries to lose himself well at least till five
keeps a letter that means
more that it should
mumbles to himself that next time
it will be for good
i always thought that we were close
but then i`ve never been
a very good judge of distance
maybe you`re right and maybe we do
maybe we need to just talk it all through
and maybe there`s been
too much said as it is
the case you build against me
has turned in me all night