MY POOR HEART (1996)





I’m not coping
I’m in a very bad way
It’s been a very bad day
Since we last spoke

I was hoping
To hear you saying my name
Say you were playing a game
Just some sick joke

My poor heart
Felt the occasional bruise
When I
Let it out to roam
But I start
To see how much I could lose
And try
To keep it close to home

Are you scoping
For the next victim in line
And will you say you were mine
Or go for broke?

[Chorus]

My poor heart
Has had to suffer a scrape
Or two
Whenever love was posed
There’s an art
To the convenient escape
But you
Left all the exits closed

I am groping
I feel your hand in my hair
But all I clutch is the air
Or is it smoke?

[Chorus]


An early attempt. Not a good one, I’m afraid.

crumpled paper