You linger in doorways

Uncomfortably

It seems to me that alwaysYou′re about to leave

Roll corner bedsheets off my bed

Press eyeballs up against eyelids

The problem with being fucked like you're hated

This is hard not to be convinced

The diary, a eulogy of a world-famous satire

Oh please, just let me live

Your fingers dig into my lap

And baptise your anger, then fall back to back

If I could rewind the time

I′d stay there in England

We'd have a glass of wine

And watch fatal car crash compilations

All I can see is a wasted opportunity

All I can be is a diagram for desperation

Want to enjoy sad music

But it's all with the same context

Words they weave and how they choose to use it

Someone else wronged the subject

Oh, I wish I′d be the one who′s hurt indignantly

But I can see the only one who's hurt someone is me