I surrender.
I surrender to the cold I feel since you've surrendered.
I'm nobody
but you're too much.
Who I was is now a mystery, but you're too much.
I'm always at home or nothing - I count the days in my mind
but I lose the number because forgiveness is my job.
I'm an expert on deserts, however, I still get lost in them.
With everything I like.
With everything I hate about myself.
With everything I don't like about you.
With everything I'd wish from you.
With everything I like.
With everything I hate about myself.
With everything I don't, don't like about you.
With everything I'd wish at home at Christmas.
I'm alone and it's always been like that.
The value of defect, the fact I admit it.
I've applauded, I've nodded.
The imbalance of control, the fact I'm now crumbling.
And I asked a passerby who I was.
They replied, 'The one I didn't remember'.
How can your face scare you if you don't see it in the mirror anymore?
I'm an expert on eternity, however, I still get lost in it.
With everything I like.
With everything I hate about myself.
With everything I don't like about you.
With everything I'd wish from you.
With everything I like.
With everything I hate about myself.
With everything I don't like about you.
With everything I'd wish at home at Christmas.
Thursday, Friday, Monday.
Monday, Thursday, Friday.
I imagined having you like this.
But I didn't imagine seeing you like this.
Thursday, Friday, Monday.
Monday, Thursday, Friday.
They shout on the news,
at the service over the chaos preceding my Christmas.
With everything I like.
With everything I hate about myself.
With everything I don't like about you.
With everything I'd wish from you.
With everything I like.
With everything I hate about myself.
With everything I don't like about you.
With everything I'd wish at home at Christmas.