My sweetheart I'm dying for a touch
Is that too much to ask of you?
And the fire in my bones is burning through my mind
Because I know that I don't know quite enough
You washed your clothes
And left unspoken
Torn clothes and purple knees
I asked where the f*ck have you been?
So I shaved my hair whilst you drew some lines
On the broken bathroom tiles
You washed your clothes
And left unspoken
Four months un-sober
I begged for closure
But it never came in the end