May 20, 2008
Speaking incoherently,
Mixing up my speech,
I wish that you were here with me,
But you’re just out of reach.
My head is spinning,
I feel so light,
I know I’m breaking down,
But you could make me right.
I can’t remember half
Of what I’ve done today,
Every time I start to speak
I forget what I meant to say.
I’ve got your songs on repeat,
I won’t leave my bed.
I’ve got my phone on, for your call
To say they’ve fixed your broken head.

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