Beth

Sometimes, I sit and stare at the wall

It's not despair, there's no feelings at all

But Beth now and then I think

How my hands would bare marks from your rings

And your hair would get stuck on my jumper

And you'd grin when I got on with your mother

How you cried when the movie was over

But I smiled as you took haven on my shoulder

This time I will keep it light-hearted

I know I get in my own head