Swathed in the tatters of when and if only I knew
Open mind clutching a paper and pen
One life
Scratched into history
And broken the line
Clutching a valentine

Eye for an eye
Is all that I ask
When the scenes flashing past
Are all that we need
Don’t cry
Don’t even think of it
Ask when
Not why
Try not to notice
I’ll try not to breathe

Buried so fragile
Reflections of all that was [bad word] One glass
Tied up in ribbons and bows
That bite
Backed in a corner avoiding the light
Feigning sincerity

One self
Fulfilling prophecy
This detachment a gaping surprise
One sound
All of it echoes from you
Emotional parasite

You believe me
Nor do I