Every Other Weekend

Lying on the dining room floor

Being warmed through the patio door

Just waiting, waiting for my dad

I found a note last night

From my brother down the back of the cupboard

Just saying "Dear God please, make him turn up"

And eventually he does

And we perhaps go to the cinema

Or visit our grandparents

But we're almost always home by six o'clock

And the strangest thing of all

The thing that felt the most wrong

Is that, in their separate cars,

They were both still playing the same song

Last night I heard you screaming

Loud voices beyond the wall

Another sleepness night for me

It does no good to call the police

Always come home if they come at all