Everything that happened here
cannot happen when you're dead
she safely said, you worry when you wake tonight
and it's all in your head
so you want [bad word]  deny
there's not time to sit and rest, or re-address
everything [bad word] to you
when you're pictureing the nest

and he never understands
that the photo in the drawer, is all you're looking for
blue to grey, then back again
watch the fading paper wall
scratching at the window glass
trees along the ledge, or in your head?
creepers beat beat beat tonight
picturing the nest

the sight at sixteen
of the son she never had
once she had a dream
of the ones she'll never have
it's your ending
you're ending

you're only a half person now
so fold over what is left
to be addressed
what you want when you wake tonight
is it all in your head?
so you turn over, lie
cradling this perfect mess
this home-made dress
you have seen [bad word] to those
who put a picture in the nest
allt [bad word] to those
picturing the nest