does that memory of me on the sofa seem so far away? well then, who called you the taxi and made sure you got home safe?
I bet you still remember the things you said to me the ones you claim you never spoke safe place, no longer free.
I have been a shadow in this space because of you no longer will I sit and stare until the walls burn through. I still cannot hear anything but that heavy silent house I still can't quite conceive how you were quiet as a mouse.
You said that you weren't ready but you were just for She, I was a fool for thinking you could cope with loving me.