Don’t Count It Tonight
Your mobile’s been changed or I’ve been blocked and I don’t much care which.
I don’t have an address for you either.
So I’m going to your mother’s house, which I am dreading in a way I can’t describe to you, and if you’re reading this it means she gave it to me — to you, I mean.
It means she gave it to you.
Here is what I want, and it’s the only thing I’m going to ask for.
I don’t want money.
I mean that and I’ll send it back.
I’ve got a job and a car and I’ve done the numbers, which you will remember I’m good at.
I want you to come and tell me what you want to do, yourself.
To my face.