Trying to interpret you like a song I didn’t understand.
My vacuous brain holds nothing
but fragments of some silly stories of lame love.
It’s not even a full song I’m straining to hear.
Trying to rebuild it
from snatches of a melody heard long ago.
Is it the end or just a beginning?
Come in from the cruel cold
and take me to my bed,
make it your own
and I will never leave.
Let me be endlessly destroyed.
It’s all my choice.
I’ll love you no matter what you decide.