some escape some door to open

this path seems the blackest but i

guess it's the soonest

but there in the clearing i

know you'll be wearing

your young aching smile and

waving your hand

can't go with my heart when i

can't feel what's in it i

thought you'd come over

but for some reason you didn't

glass on the pavement under my shoe

without you is all my life amounts to



a final sleep no

words from my cutting

mouth to your ear or

taut wicked pinches

from my fingers to your bitter face

that i can't heal

i know tomorrow

you will be

somewhere in london

living with someone

you've got some kind of family

there to turn to

and that's more than i could ever give you



a chance for calm

a hope for freedom

outlet from my cold solitary kingdom

by the forest of our spring stay

where you walked away

and left a bleeding part of me

empty and bothered

watching the water

quiet in the corner

numb and falling through

without you what does my life amount to?