The Liar within you

You said your age was twenty five

But you were just nineteen.
You said you'd stick around for me;
You're nowhere to be seen.

You told me you were groundsman for

The Windsor Royal Parks.
Just yesterday I learned that you'd
Been sacked from Marks and Sparks.

Some nights you went to drama groups

That never did exist.
I should've known when you came home
Smoke ridden, skint and pissed.

And what about the cars you owned

- The Audi and the Mercs?
I wondered how, but now I know
(I've got the bill from Hertz).

The "pure gold" ring you wooed me with

Has turned a rusty brown.
You said you were a fool for me
But I became your clown

For I believed each beer-fuelled word

That passed your liar's lips
And now an absent father's child
Weighs heavy on my hips.