It was flood, it [bad word]  
I broke habits to end up in your bed. 
Television told us something, I wasn’t listening; 
I was falling asleep across your breast, 
Couldn’t tell if you were breathing. 
The film was on loop through the night. 

Like a bloodied rose between your lips, 
We were holding each other tight until our spines cracked. 
And it was over before it began.