I find that it soothes me
Time and time again,
To go back to Before;
We were separate, then;

It has been so long since I’ve felt alive,
That I feel this must be purgatory;
I decided today that purgatory
Is a child’s word for hell.

And since you’ve been gone for a little while,
I believe I’ll follow, someplace else,
You’ve no idea how much it takes
To make me move out of myself-

Or escape therein; myself, I mean;
Thrown there by your falsest of pretensions,
Do you think that I’m a fool,
Who will stay and asks no questions?

Surely, you must have noticed by now,
That the sea doesn’t come when you call her;
So who am I, my dear, to not
Obey the laws of water?

I believe I’d rather be alone
Than tied with ribbons, as my spirit dozes,
I feel I’d rather sleep on stone
Than be forced on beds of roses.