It’s all too easy
To slip into
This ‘everything is ok’ soundtrack
But you and I both know
It’s all just pretend
Because you’re never coming back
Xxx
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
It’s all too easy
To slip into
This ‘everything is ok’ soundtrack
But you and I both know
It’s all just pretend
Because you’re never coming back
Xxx
Do you want to hear the truth?
Good.
Because I don’t want to tell it.
I reach
for your hand,
but it’s not there,
and further into
the abyss
I fall.
I search
for your face,
but no one cares,
and it’s like you
were never here
at all.
I feel sick.
Constantly.
Dishwashers rattle
Kettles bubble
Doors bang
Toilets drip
Heaters blast
Floorboards creak
Keys jangle
Voices whisper
Switches flick
Mouths yawn
Arms stretch
Feet shuffle
Computers hum
Mouse wheels tick
Photocopiers whirr
Printers churn
Keyboards click
Phones trill
Mobiles buzz
Pens scratch
Papers rustle
My Heart Breaks