Frenchman in Mexico You don’t know me, I don’t know you But I can tell you, Frenchman, of two girls that do One who can’t stand you, won’t say your name One who defends you, still takes your blame You know it’s true, nothing has changed   She’s stuck still watching the same cartoons On Saturday morning about til noon Wearing your t-shirt you left behind In such a hurry to find your peace of mind To say goodbye, you were disinclined   She can see your face only with a smile Love has dried up the tears She can feel your hands only wrapped around her Hope has eased fists and fears   She can hear your voice only in a whisper Years have muted the screams She can taste your mouth laced with coffee You are sober in dreams   She wears your ring, buys your cologne Answers unknown numbers even though she knows That you’re not coming home to stay And even if you did she wouldn’t love you anyway There’d be hell to pay, she tells herself everyday     Tell her you’re gone, tell her you’re dead Tell her you’ve found what you needed Tell her you love her, tell her you hate her Tell her she’s not what you needed Tell her what for, tell her why not Tell her why she’s not what you needed Tell her you were wrong, tell her you were right About what you thought you needed Tell her tomorrow, tell her next year Just tell her someday just you needed Tell her you’ve found yourself a new wife And two little girls - just what you needed     Mat Weddle (November 13th 2007)