licking the salt because you don't want it to hurt anymore
like a pathetic little rag you flop to the floor

rented out hearts, patchy flecked
relationships far from being fed ex'd

wooden comfort for a splintery spine
you whimpered, but nobody heard you pine

and at last, a solution, golden and pure -
you are too good to be lying on a floor!

you took a taxi across a river and a boat across time

then everything was coloured fire and lime
met a boy who's name you couldn't find

laughing in the face of dead ends
(this was over before it began)

after all you are made of blood and tissue
unable to undo whatever's the issue

used and abused, your cause was soon lost
back to that winter, the hoarfrost, the bloody floorfrost!

((this was over before it began.))