I watch the ten o`clock news, 
thinking about you and the way things used to be, 
the ringing phone left ringing, 
the sleepless nights spent dreaming of better times with you and me.
Can I concentrate on eliminating thoughts of you, 
a love that has no name?
Can I pour myself into all the games you put me through, 
a candle with no flame?
Don`t blame this on me as I bled for you, 
you pricked your finger disconcertingly.
How will things be when I`m not around, 
you`re standing in your shallow water, 
weightlessly waiting you still drown.
Separate the present from the past.
Don`t throw your stones of insecurities because your house is glass.
Don`t hold your breath.