So we went out to see a film, with cars and music:
The Fast and The Furious. It’s like old times, you know,
You and me, when we had that thing.
Now the film ends and we go to your house,
reality hits home in the usual way.
The bloke you met sends you a text “Hello beautiful…”
and then I know it’s time to leave.
The trauma starts as I realise, this is it,
it’s finally over and I have to move on.