The Bakery

“I wish you would have smiled in the bakery,
or sat on a tatty seatee,
at a mutual friends gathering…”

…that was not a bakery, neither a smile. But my world, was melting—again.

”And the more you keep on looking,
the more it's hard to take,
love we're in stalemate,
to never meet is surely where we're bound…”

…the hard looking, we had shared. But it’s a check mate, dear.

” You're slacking love were have you been?
Just have to go and wait until tonight…”

…nope, I couldn’t wait. Because you have found it. And you brought it—everywhere.

”And I wish I would have seen you in the bakery,
but if I'd seen you in the bakery,
you probably wouldn't have seen me…”

…actually—you didn’t have seen me.

©Arctic Monkyes – The Bakery