Breaklose (On Which Side My Bread Is Best Buttered) Lyrics

WE ARE DRIVING HOME. MY ARM IS POPPING OUT OF PLACE. ACUTE SHOULDER PAIN. THE BAG I AM CARRYING IS THE SAME WEIGHT AS I AM. NINE STONE NOW, THEN, PERHAPS EIGHT. THE KEYS ARE IN MY HAND. ONE KEY IS APPROXIMATELY TWO MILLIMETERS LONGER THAN THE OTHER. THAT IS HOW I KNOW WHICH ONE TO USE (ON WHICH SIDE MY BREAD IS BEST b___ERED). SHE SCREAMS AT ME WHICH SETS MY THOUGHTS IN MOTION. (THIS SIDE). SHE STOPS THE CAR. THE BELT COMES AWAY LIKE IT WAS NEVER FASTENED. BUT ONCE I AM OUT THE DOOR AND STANDING SHE IS THERE TOO. I AM IMPRESSED BY HER SPEED. I WONDER IF I WILL MAKE IT IN TIME AND WHERE I WILL BE WHEN I STOP. AFTER A STRUGGLE THE DOOR MAKE IMPACT WITH MY CHEEK. I AM SHOCKED BUT I COMPLY AND WE CONTINUE WITH THE JOURNEY. I HAVE GOTTEN OFF TOO EARLY, NOW I HAVE TO CARRY THE BAG SOME WAY. I PUT IT DOWN IN THE EMPTY ROOM. IT'S FULL OF DIRTY CLOTHES. I MAKE MY EXCUSES AND LEAVE. MY CHEEK STINGS BUT I AM GRATEFUL MY TRAM TICKET HASN'T EXPIRED.