Off-white, such a pretty colour; you are
A weathered face would suit such a shade...

Twelve past noon, an autumn day,
Walked past you outside that dingy cafe...

Now your wandering heart
is too large to escape...

I asked you what could be more romantic;
you read me a newspaper clipping of an intimate...

Give me the sadness, I need something tangible.
The floor has been ripped up by their smiles...

All those balloons we set to the sky,
messages that we lose hold of, and die...

Your eyes are dull and overworked,
Trying to see through all of the hurt...

All I am is indigo
When the colour fades...

"Everything's a disappointment," you're...
Windows slip open and welcome the wandering air...

I'm looking for a reason, baby,
to smash everything of you...

Is it so scary?
The hair on the ceiling...

I could lay asleep or wide awake,
Regretting choices that I make...