An old lost book has reappeared 
With the pages all dog-eared 
That's how 
I know you've been here 
The garden's gone to rack and ruin 
But I'll be up and the crack of noon 
In time to seize the evening 
They say that waking up is hard to do 
It doesn't take a 
Sherlock Holmes 
To decipher all your poems 
As abstract as you make them 
Put painted hand-prints on 
T-shirts Laugh until the stomach hurts 
Days like these don't have price tags 
Talk of the love and the like 
She let him borrow her bike 
With tyres gasping for air 
Brought it back with wheel rim buckled 
He hopes that with any luck she'll 
Decide to ride the bus to work come morning 
They say that waking up is hard to do 
But when she did 
Breaking up has never been easier 
Now there's a hint of that perfume 
On blankets in the lounge room 
That's how 
I know you slept there