Sometimes I can’t seem to piece the jigsaw together in my head of what happened in that bed that night
And sometimes I play it over and over again and rewind
When I was sixteen, on a Thursday morning in double maths, my teacher taught me about things called infinities and parallel universes with possibilities

See in one of them there’s this court case
And I didn’t let the alcohol seep into my bloodstream, nor let the memories fade
I didn’t let him kiss me or smile at him at all and I made
Love when I was married
A ****** in the night
I pushed him away more times than three, tried desperately to flee

I stood up in that court room and saw the room before my eyes
Stretching back for miles to Australasia, Saturn and to ocean tides
Tear stained faces, vacant expressions stared right back at me
Millions of broken women, their stories you’ll never see
Newspapers piled high up walls, lifting up to the stars
Every woman a tale to tell of a man who gave her scars

I open my mouth to speak and jolt wide open awake
Just another nightmare
That I’ve been having a lot of, of late.