Face - Tracey Thorn

Saw your page, lovely new life

Lots of likes, lovely new wife

On my phone, you’re in my home

I’m on my own, in monochrome

I wanna put you behind me, I wanna put you to bed

Wait, what was I thinking?

Oh what have I said?

Is that me or Freud talking?

Or me on wine?

I shouldn’t be clicking

On your new Valentine

I shouldn’t be lurking, but look here I am

Giving into temptation, not giving a damn

If I just keep refreshing, maybe you’ll disappear

If I just make you jealous, then you’ll wish you were here

Baby look at the time now, I should just go to bed

It’s send or delete now, on all that I’ve said

I’m closing your page now, are you looking at mine?

Do you scroll through my photos

Just to check that I’m fine?

With a casual disinterest

Or a trace of regret

Or stabbed through your heart

When you think how we met

If I just knew for certain

That you weren’t having fun

I could bring down the curtain

It would prove that I won

But your face is in my face

And you’re all over the place

I’m lost without a trace

And your face is in my face

I wish you’d vanish without a trace

But your life is all over the place

And your face is in my face

Your face is in my face

It’s in my face

In my face

In my face, oh