Elmbank Testo

I was hoping you'd arrive with your arms open wide and still my butterflies, but you don't look at me that way, the way that people often do when they know they'll share the rest of their lives.

So I except that I must go and continue on my own but you must keep your eye out, or maybe we could share another summer evening beer in the garden of the cottage with your father in the lounge watching tennis on his couch...we're home.

We could steal another lamp from the workers down the road and just talk for hours in that tiny dark room with a single bed and stickers on the wall that glow. Then you and I would fall asleep with our lips pressed gently together and wake up in the exact same place.

Do you know what it's like to have your stomach ripped out and to be left there bleeding, and to continue on your own when you know that she's fine because she's coping better without you.

And the stinging sound of this empty house which was once filled up with the things that your trying to forget but you now have a choice, to gradually improve or just die.

And the easiest way is the way that you know is wrong and you're scared, yes you're scared that you might get hurt but you see, you see that's what happens when you try to end it all because you really just want to get better, and I'm not gonna cry for her anymore I'm done.