It's the first day of June but I'm not feeling as good as new.
I'm waiting for my head to collapse.
There's the message that I feared and I can't hold it back no more.

I leave the room to enter the gap.

I've had enough to drink for weeks.

I've had enough of empathy, advice and well-intentioned lies.
All I needed was a shoulder to cry on.


It's your footsteps in hall, it's your arm reaching out for me.
I'm prepared to let down my guard.
No longer care about the fall now the pain is all over me.

I feel like there's a hole in my heart.

I remember everything: from when I was a kid until your very last breath.

But who is gonna dry my tears?
Now the tables have turned.
I'm thinking of the days without you waiting ahead.

I hoped you'd stick around more years.
For years and years and years.