oh my silly heart how can you start making choices so crude and leaving me far away on ice to be revived by a touch that cannot be accurately described when it s time to say goodnight oh my stupid mind its cartographer finds every crook in your smile every dot on your knee which i ve counted a couple hundred times as you laid sleeping and i laid terrified you re leftover rain falling off trees dotting my clothes stinging my face saying you can t hide from me now oh my aching head keeps changing memories make believe that i m good that someday i would learn to be kind to myself and let you love someone else and i m sorry