You had me packed like an artefact In the cotton of your ambition But there was something in my condition That made me long for a little more You had me squeezed for at least The last two years of marriage But some mistaken adage Made you blind to what was in store I’ll be waiting up When you get home tonight I made a cat-flap for my jealousy So it could roam where it wanted It had a sorry tail that it flaunted But every night it still came home (Unlike you) but I made do With those slivers of deceit Those little tributes left at my feet For which your conscience will atone I’ll be waiting up When you get home tonight Now I’m so fraught and overwrought Like a bird among the rafters But it ain’t laughter that I’m after Just a grim and knowing sneer As for you, when I’m through You’ll be sore down to your ligaments There ain’t no love without disfigurement I’ve known no fondness without fear I’ll be waiting up When you get home tonight