I'm sorry I didn't look after you more
That I caused irreparable damage...

There's nothing my mind will forgive
As I struggle through this night...

Oh I'm so emotional
My boy now more like a man...

Now you're *ahem* seventy
You're wise but never old...

It's easy to wound when your pain is on show
Defend with revenge and hurt with what you know...

It's new sheets day
My favourite sleep of the week...

Lay me down here
And put me to rest...

... and it was like my skin recognised you
my bones and brains just the vehicle to get my...

Symbolic etchings of happy and sadness
Drenched with significance upon my canvas...

Stop! Put them back!
Step away from the biscuits...

Whispering wondrous messages on the wind
You speak through shapes in my hair...

I slip into your inky blackness
You steal away my despair...