On Tuesday She Used To Do Yoga lyrics

On Tuesday she used to do yoga,
while I`d sit and watch the box
in a vegetable way
but always ready to say
to myself that I was an artist
implying that she was not.

It`s funny the way that self-pity
can take over from self-esteem -
well, I was the prince of pride,
and though I`d cheat I never lied,
as if that were enough to make her happy,
as if that could satisfy her dreams.

Too late now to say that I`m so sorry,
too late to say that I can change and mend
the things that hurt... she didn`t need to worry,
she always knew I`d get there in the end.

Now I`m tying myself up in contortions,
don`t know if yoha will do me any good.
It`s about time I tried, though I`d rather be inside
from the cold, studing tantra -
still, I never did that when I could.

I never did the things that really mattered,
there seemes to be some key I couldn`t find
to unlock myself;
I could have done it with her help,
but I was to busy scrabbling for each moment -
now I don`t know what I did with all the time.

Sometimes I`d play the wild rover
sometimes I`d just get smashed all day...
on Tuesday she used to do yoga,
on Tuesday she went away