Sitting alone in here watching for you coming home
I’m holding the glue, the sellotape
I know I was stupid to rip up our pictures, our life
But I am trying to fix it
I am placing each fragment in the right place
I am trying to make it right, I swear
Look into my eyes; do you feel worse?
I mean it, I’m sorry
Why am I still here with my glue and my paper?
Why do I imagine, believe that I can repair
I wish I could, you know I do
But you’re the one cutting up the vein
You say there’s no point healing it this time
I guess I was wrong cos you’re burning me up
Our story, our lives together
I used to love you, you used to kiss me
You used to, you used to but you won’t miss me
