I used to hide in haystacks
Splinters scratching at my skin as I dove in
Headfirst between bales of tried timber
Sure I'd be forgotten by my ever-watching mother
Confident she would not remember
The one thing, the only thing she was looking after
And there I'd hide so compact
As if my solitude was enough
But she'd call my bluff
Why did I want you to forget me
My hiding place awkwardly put
Half of me was silently hoping
You'd play along in the debris and soot
But you're much too mature for my childhood games
So you went on your way
You're not the same as her
No you're not the same
My bed looks like a barnyard today
My horse-like face in the mirror with a feeder as its frame
I thought I might gamble, I thought you might play
But you just left me here
In a home made of hay
