Appearing from nowhere
These surprises that wreak our sleep
or threaten our existence
These phone calls that could do us in

After the accident things weren’t right
But your heart doesn’t know such things
You drink with your friends and dirty your knees a bit
Sleep with an eye mask and a fan on to mask the traffic
But in the attic it’s cold for what’s in storage
And as it lunges down the hill at you…

Hang on!

You’ve a fight to win now
And would killing yourself be what you’re most remembered for?
Your thick hair and that? Being half of a tragic couple?

You will have a secret story that you’ll share with those people of the future
Who will see your tears as your voice cracks, as you repeat his name