Home In Your Clothes

Will you look at me like you still think I'm lovely
When I'm tearing the love from your hands?
And cutting between the lengths of your fingers
As delicately as I can?

Will the clocks stop when I stop saying your name
And your ghost gets out of my mirror?
Are you lonely with only me to blame?
Sad and boring, take my soul away
Am I abstract am I concrete?
Either way you don't want me
In any world where we could meet