Oh, my silly heart
How can you start making choices so crude?
And leaving me far away on ice to be revived
By a touch that cannot be accurately described
When it’s time to say goodnight
Oh, my stupid mind
Its cartographer finds every crook in your smile
Every dot on your knee
Which I’ve counted a couple hundred times
As you laid sleeping and I laid terrified
You’re leftover rain falling off trees
Dotting my clothes, stinging my face
Saying, «You can’t hide from me now»
Oh, my aching head keeps changing memories
Make believe that I’m good
That someday I would learn to be kind to myself
And let you love someone else
And I’m sorry