I watch the ten o'clock news,
thinking about you and the way things used to be,
the ringing phone left ringing,
the sleepless nights spent dreaming of better times with you and me.
Can I concentrate on eliminating thoughts of you,
a love that has no name?
Can I pour myself into all the games you put me through,
a candle with no flame?
Don't blame this on me as I bled for you,
you pricked your finger disconcertingly.
How will things be when I'm not around,
you're standing in your shallow water,
weightlessly waiting you still drown.
Separate the present from the past.
Don't throw your stones of insecurities because your house is glass.
Don't hold your breath.