I fell from the clouds
whilst you watched from the floor
and you know what’s funny?
I don't even recognise the person that you are anymore

I'm sure even Betty and the other stars in the sky
can see that you lost your heart in the night
so I will ask you this again -
can you really blame me for not putting up a fight?

It wasn't like we sat up 'til three
drinking cheap sugar gin
was it always lies
that you had dripping from your chin?

It wasn't like
you screamed for me in the night
perhaps it was me
that gave you the fright?

It wasn't like
my tired body was always yours
I always lay wide awake
whilst you sat behind the doors

bipolar is looking through the lens
of a Kodak
and seeing only black and white
or the most vibrant colour

depression is the friend
that doesn't call you
to tell you they are coming over

depression is the friend
that tells you to have another drink
when you can barely stand

I am the sad boy
with shadows beneath my brows
and tears on my chin

I am the sad boy
that was hotter when he was thin

I am the sad boy
who could love a thousand times
but never quite enough
to save his own life

I am the sad boy
who wishes he were dead
with those nasty little voices
calling in his head

you say
that I have been careless with this love
drifting towards beaches  
towards the sand

but though a tear
taps the basic fabric
I continue to see
the sea in your eyes

do you miss me
alone in your head?
or do you only miss me
alone in your bed?

do you feel me
in the dead of the night?
or does it only hurt you
when you turn on the light?

do you wonder
where I have gone?
or haven't you realised yet
where you went wrong