Eulogy

[Intro]
You linger in doorways
Uncomfortably
It seems to me that always
You're about to leave

[Verse 1]
Roll corner bedsheets off my bed
Press eyeballs up against eyelids
The problem with being fucked like you're hated
Is it's hard not to be convinced
The diary, a eulogy of a world famous satyr
Oh please, just let me live
Your fingers dig into my lap
And baptise your anger, then fall back to back

[Bridge]
If I could rewind the time
I'd stay there in England
We'll have a glass of wine
And watch fatal car crash compilations
All I can see
Is a wasted opportunity
All I can be
Is a diagram for desperation

[Verse 2]
Want to enjoy sad music
But it's all with the same context
Words they weave and how they choose to use it
Someone else wronged the subject
I wish I'd be
The one who's hurt indignantly
But I can see
The only one who's hurt someone is me