I rest my case in a bed unmade
The headboard strained
Under the weight of my memory of the day
So crammed
Getting low on RAM
Getting high on strife
Stock is overflowing
Do you wish that you could throw it in?

Why do you like to be mine?

‘Cause I’m late again
To realising
The spiral turns
So steadily down
There’s no getting out
Unless you quit
Zoom out a bit
Uncross your eyes
It ruins the illusion
But it’s well worth the losing

Why do you like to still try?

My love
My dear
It’s been quite a year
It’s been quiet and loud
Laughter and tears
Courage and fear
But I can’t allow
This furrowed brow
And these borrowed blues
To keep washing out the delicate sounds
Of you
So if you want to whisper I swear I want to listen