Glass.

[gaz's rockin blues]

I didn’t reach over the table to glass you

A fright of great self restraint I know

But as my anger and disbelief grew

I didn’t want to be another story embedded between your ex wielding a frying pan and your time in Bordeaux

I didn’t slam your face into the wall

When I found out you tried it on with my best mate twice at the bar

I didn’t say anything at all

I live with the fact I know who you are

I didn’t shout or flip the table

Knowing my silence cut sharper than glass

Your actions albit fatal

Showed me exactly who you are

Who you are can be summarised

In a few quick words

I should have glassed you at the table

But I didn’t feel like being barred from the bar

Plus I know you know I know exactly who you are