15 Feb 2011
Was it when she started staying out all night?
Just when I finally got a steady nine to five?
Was it when I started leaving on a light
I don't know
That is the light she should be standing in

It's like a hunger
Cuts like a knife

Moths are dancing silent in the trembling light
I wonder how they’d look if they would catch on fire
My heart is burning, like a filament
My heart is empty there’s no filling it

Baby come home