[Inspired by a poem by Cara Matthews, adapted by Beth Malcolm]
There is nothing wrong with us
But that is not enough
I haven’t time for that’ll do
So it is done
And there is nothing left to say
You didn’t say much anyway
And I’ve got pride that much is true
So we are through
And we speak its on your terms
I’ll never learn
That if he wanted to, he would
So there’s my proof
And I feel lit up inside when you decide to take the time
But I haven’t heard from you in days
So I’ll be on my way
And your face is my favourite place
But I’m looking for home
When I sit by the phone you never call.
There is nothing wrong with us
But that is not enough
I haven’t time to suffer through
And see if I’m enough for you
And there is nothing left to wait for
You never told me you were grateful
For that night I spent with you
The shame I feel splits in two
And when we speak I get the crumbs
Of the life you live for fun
And when you flash up on my phone
I come undone
And I feel lit up unside, but the relief I feel subsides
And I haven’t heard from you in days so I’ll be on my way
And your face is my favourite place
But I’m looking for home
When I sit by phone you never call
And your face is my favourite place
But I’m looking for sunshine
When I sit home alone
I’ve never felt so cold