i'll stitch you back up
slowly, but diligently
until you can stand well again
and maybe even proudly

i'll race to your door
even to sit in true silence
just so you feel company
in your abode of familiar sadness

i'll sing you 'til you sleep, my dear
to the tunes i know you like
even if only 'til you nightmares pass
and rest their vicious fight

i'll speak words of only honestly
because false hope won't help you now
but i swear that if i could find a cure
then i'd fix you, someway, somehow

i'm nothing but a cliche
doubting everything we were
but who can blame me for these questions
when you lay in bed with her

two weeks, that's all it took
for you to fall out of love with me
despite your concern of the end
you're coping fine, even comfortably

i feel my inspiration slipping
i can't think, let alone write
because when i do it leads back to you
and all i do is cry

tonight i desire a kind of life
that parents would name disappointing
i would live through lonely skyscrapers
that were much better known as my haunting

to dress in gowns as black as my future
and sing the blues to desperate smirks
as they grab my thigh in a hollow lust
and to let them would double my whole night's work

straight ***** would become my drink
ordered at bars where they welcome my type
leopard coats swung over a slippery stool
while i'm in the bathroom, with men who knew i might

i'd ride the subway in the early hours
with that almost vulnerable stare i flash
smeared lipstick and a desire of death
hoping this nightly routine would stand as my last

for too long i felt
that to explore new skin
would be nothing more
than the biggest betrayal

but in today's early hours
i discovered the beauty
and overwhelming love
for an old friends simple exhale

i wasn't at least surprised
by your callous gaze on me
another name, another notch
on the bedposts where you can't sleep

i learnt through that december
that a kiss can be empty after all
that a label i so easily dismissed
really does means 'just friends' and nothing more

i know it silently haunts you
losing the first honest thing you'd ever known
but it's hard to sympathise with a boy
that swears love to girls who then walk home alone