No call this morning, no sleep at all.

Not getting any answers searching through telephones.

Oh absence, take form.

Half cold in a king size dawn.

Breaking still despite the holding on.

Someone tell me, What am I doing wrong?

Clothes I can throw away, hair I can cut, strip or stain.

Moods I promise to turn like corners

and get out of my own way but on what chance can this stand?

With that, half a heart in some desperate plan

I dont know who it is I'm up against.

Someone tell me, What am I doing wrong?

Youre keeping me close and against and I think to a fault.

I'll have to do something each blazing morning, burns a little slow.

Is there something needs telling?

Some good that I'm not doing?

Provide some helpful point upon which I could fall

or dont suggest anything.

Its probably nothing,

its nothing if no one can see that theres anything wrong.