The memories pound my head like rain drops
On a corrugated iron roof
Nourishing the poignant memory of you
A memory that refuses to fade
And in its wake spring million tiny memories
Of us lazing around, doing nothing
Laying naked beside each after making love
A contented look on your face
Yet here were are, throwing away all the memories
I wanted to be a better man for you
I tried to be better, to at least to deserve you
And yet here were are, me back to old bad habits
