Daisy

She undresses me with her eyes

What am I, without a long coat to look cool and mysterious?

Like all her favourite rock bands seem to wear

And I'm still getting used to waking up doused in sweat

From the fleece lined sheets you said would keep me warm

When Peter was on the blink

Icicles rain from the ceiling

Piercing through every inch of myself I thought was untouched

And as my blood pours upon the sheets

I look to all my favourite childhood movie scenes and wince

If I could just go back and tear down the movie theatre

If I could set it alight with a flame that burns just as bright

As the whites of what's left of your eyes

The flames spread to a nearby village

Burning through miles of crops for this season's harvest

Sending the sweet youth of today into a decade of famine

The weak become food and their flesh goes ever so well

With the chilli you used to make

A familiar tone hangs up from God knows where

And cycles on a tandem pushbike

Never to be seen again

And why did we have to leave London?

There's no music scene here

And you always wanted me to play the guitar like a young Frank Zappa

Too shy to perform for you

And I hate my northern accent, so I tear out my vocal chords

And spew blood all over the Caffè Nero countertop

Head upstairs to the extra seating and find myself

Staring into the eyes of men from framed stock photographs

And somehow still find more meaning

Down the river I hoped I'd see

Just one reflection of what I thought I'd be

Down the river I hoped I'd see

I'd see just one reflection of what I thought I'd be

Down, down, down

My eyes dart down the river

And all I see is your figure on the horizon

As I try to leave the table

All, all I do

All I do is find myself at your feet once again

With nothing more to say