How I stare at our ceiling
the dust that still clings to the light
because yes, we would argue
and yes, we would fight

but my hand will always reach out
for your neck and your thigh
how we knew it was true love
so we didn’t even try

and how you made it so easy
for me to write and to rhyme
when you came back to me in June
and said “I think about you all of the time”

It was when you had your tongue stuck down November’s throat
That meant I’d soon lose the hands that you’d tuck inside of December’s coat

Still, I lost a family to which I thought I belonged
But I couldn’t face your mother’s heart which I knew I had wronged

I could sit up all night pouring myself onto my bed
Only in tear-drenched fabrics would we have ever been ‘wed

And only to me, I wonder if your Father would have given you away
But if he did, I would have owed him for a debt that I could never repay

If I knew your side of the bed would have been cold this long
I’d play you back Track Eleven on Glory Days and hit repeat on the song

i am so easily hurt
so easily hurt
and my time draws closer
it’s like a flame to a bedsheet
i will go up in the night  
and finally i will sleep
because i have a lifetime of tiredness
but the tears i cried will never put out the flame
and so whether it’s a bedside of pills
or a swinging from a tree
i am sorry for what i did to you
and i am sorry for me
but it’s goodnight for you and us
and it’s goodnight from me