imogen heap
where do we go from here?
how do we carry on?
i can't get beyond the questions
clambering for the scraps in the shatter of us collapsed
that cuts me with every could-have-been
pain on pain on play, repeating
with the backup makeshift life in waiting.
everybody says: time heals everything
but what of the wretched hollow?
the endless in-between?
are we just going to wait it out?
there's nothing to see here now,
turning the sign around;
we're closed to the earth 'til further notice
stumbling cliché case
crumpled and puffy-faced
dead in the stare of a thousand miles
how do we carry on?
i can't get beyond the questions
clambering for the scraps in the shatter of us collapsed
that cuts me with every could-have-been
pain on pain on play, repeating
with the backup makeshift life in waiting.
everybody says: time heals everything
but what of the wretched hollow?
the endless in-between?
are we just going to wait it out?
there's nothing to see here now,
turning the sign around;
we're closed to the earth 'til further notice
stumbling cliché case
crumpled and puffy-faced
dead in the stare of a thousand miles
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