Lines

Stealing sleep between the arguments, cigarettes and grief

Sordid accusations, shattered dreams and quiet relief

Our puzzle quickly built in error, pieces that don't fit together

A picture, neither one could be

You go back to London

I'll go back to where I came from

Even if that's somewhere I feel lost

I'll kill myself with worry, you'll rebuild yourself in hurried echoed nights and I'll try not to call

The sun is up

Let's just draw a line under it all