We loved to share showers
Make out in the flowers
In our garden of love
But the children of God
Floundered in the mud
In the debris of lust
We were too late for the party
Of dreams
The Golden sunbeams
Under parasol leaves
In the gardens of the future
Our love didn’t feature
You put my photos on the web
Dated my best mate instead
Kept my PlayStation
Destroyed my reputation
The trouble with lovers
Is they take revenge
When you tell them it’s over
But we can be friends