Miss Supermarket Love-Less (Unfinished)

Miss Supermarket Love-less.

Baby I’ve got to tell you, there’s a secret I’ve held onto,

For all this romance and fancy dancing we’ve got going on,

Please don’t think that I love you any less than I did before,

But there’s someone else.

I swear to you, our meetings are brief,

There’s scarce weight given to any words spoken between us,

But every time I buy bread and milk, it’s love.

We share awkward eye contact every time I buy groceries,

The same groceries I serve for you me and baby.

And yet every time you and I are together,

It’s as if they don’t exist, all a different world to here.