I was twenty-six by the time I finally met him
she introduced the man who took my place
I know now she’ll never forget him
I’m not even in the race
so the last two years have been wasted
since I was twenty-four
I’ve grieved and sulked and mooched about
waiting for another chance with her
I was sure he was a loser
maybe even someone like me
someone just employed to amuse her
just the way I was employed it’s now easy to see
I loved her so much I fucked it up
I let her keep me dangling on a string
because she always hated to be on her own
I never realised she was just using
and then this other guy suddenly came on the scene
I don’t even know where they met
I was sure it wouldn’t last 
I’d just bide my time she’d drop him and forget
but he’s actually a lovely guy
polite confident and interested with a very handsome face
I'll never be the man he is for her
I'm so far off the pace
and I hate the dude all over again
because he reflects my humiliated disgrace