Wish I could remember
why it mattered to me.
It doesn't matter to me.
It doesn't matter to me
Anymore.
Now that you're
feeling fine,
I'll admit that - though
I know it's coming down,
and see it shattering me
it doesn't matter to me,
And I'm not sadder for
seeing it come.
I'm not going to run.
I will just come
when I am called.
You want to cut me off
Because I took too much,
But don't leave me alone.
Take off your scarves,
your winter coat.
The night's too cold.
When we met I should have said
you're like a sister to me,
how all that kiss her just seem
like puny suitors I can see through,
how none will do,
not for you,
how it might as well just be us two
And when I pulled you by the jacket
From the clattering street,
you started flattering me,
you started saying I was so strong.
String me along,
But I can't become
All that I'm called.
And I can't claim to know
what makes love die or grow,
But I can still take control
And so refuse to just go home,
Back down the hall.
And as I crawl,
As finally all
The false confetti blooms
up in this attic room,
I'm going make my stand.
I want to see both of your hands
put down the phone.
I won't let you go,
Although
The moment stole
My self-control
From us all
And now it can only end
End with a fall.