I talk like a chameleon,
I am waiting on my back,
(Hiding my children from the storm).
I know as far as ethereal goes you have forgotten it all.
Itâs once bitten, twice and those poppies have put you to sleep.
Can you shake off her narcosis as youâre staring back at me?
As brave as I am,
I come out talking counterfeit.
Youâre no mystery to me,
I just canât work out how to breathe slowly.
(But this is nothing new).
Iâll be the rain on my own.
You didnât have so much to say,
As I put my insides on a plate.
You didnât want to look let alone swallow,
You didnât want to look let alone be,
As brave as I am,
I come out with a broken down mystery.
I canât work out how you cannot love me.
(But this is nothing new).
It has been done, I must let it be,
Not walk around with untidy hands,
Making you my own misery.
You didnât want me to have much to say,
My insides they were waiting,
By the telephone, on a table,
And you,
Didnât want to look let alone swallow- me.
You didnât want to look let alone take a chance,
At reinventing yourself in some other world with me.
A love out of context, without reference to your shaped reality.
But what you donât want is ok boy,
Nothing new to me.
It has been done, I must let it be.
