Clean Break

Seven cars sat parked by the woods Three souped up motor bikes, The night like an oil slick I remember the dance hall music rocking and rolling The diaphanous lights in the trees The way your jaw grew tight When I said it was over ‘But I love you, ’ you begged As if that somehow made things right I broke your heart And it didn’t hurt one bit You, with the ring in your hand Your dark hair greased in a flick Who’d have thought you’d snivel and cry? Well truth’s best told. No point in dragging things out Clean break Goodbye