Waking in the morning
Turning to see...

How could I
Make myself believe things...

How many deaths must I die
Before I realise that Love...

Oh, Little House on the beach,
Why do you look so glum...

This is just another tragic tale
Of boy meets girl...

I expect nothing from you.
Nothing...

They tell me to keep holding on.
Keep encouraging me to stay strong...

I saw you walk into the room.
You were a bright, fresh, new...

I see you looking
At the pictures on my wall...

You ask me every week
Who I am...

Deep down in the darkness,
Echoes of voices...

Snuggled up on my lap,
You yawn...