Now is not the time to feel
Now is not the time to hurt
Look away from my thoughts
All the strings around my heart
Coat them in Silicon
Breaking down all the parts
To a size that fits a box
Infrastructure crashing down, without a sound.
And it's killing me
But now is not the time to feel
Now is not the time to hurt
But these photographs are killing me
The pictures on the windowsill
Wrap them up in old newspapers
Pack them in
I break the rule - the golden rule
And I catch my eye from years ago
I want to scream at my own image, what I now know
But the smile upon my face remains in place
And it's killing me
But now is not the time to feel
Now is not the time to hurt
But these photographs are killing me
There's a photograph next to your bed
You know the one - I pull a face
I'd have put my arms around you had I known
It was the last