We don’t speak anymore
but I still hear every word you said
those stinging nettles they hurt like hell
I sit in these dreams
and I know you’re not listening
but right now I wish you would save me
on days when my thoughts
feel like a stranger I’d rather not know
and when my last flicker of hope
dies out like the cigarette I stub
so I turn up the TV to drown out your voice
but nothing helps
I’m too tired to resist
the pull of the waves and I’m drifting off course
without a compass, without a sail
into the unknown where everything takes me back,
to you.