I’m just a watch with two big hands
moving slow then fast, never right on any day,
and I say things that I can’t understand, and I love you
in an incomplete way,
but I’m trying.

I think everything worth having is worth burning,
better to weep in the ashes than be buried under snow
And the look in your eyes, a hundred miles from here,
makes me hate myself for the things I know.

The pressure in my head is disastrous
a boiler shooting rivets like machine-gun fire
I tell myself I’m better off without you,
I tell myself I’ve never been a liar.