A new song, about 30 minutes old at time of recording.
Take 4.
This is one of those, 'you made your bed...' songs.
Normally I am quite gallant and take the blame in a breakup, even if my share was only 10% and the other person's was 90.
This close to judgement day (for those who do not know of me, I have Functional Motor Neurological Disorder, and it has now spread to my throat, arms and fingers), to heck with it - no more Mr Gentleman Guy.
