Face the morning:
I’m on a come down.
She says, ‘Feel my Pain’.
But I haven’t got the patience.
And, for that, I know, I’m going to be Damned,
Face the darkness:
I’m a snarling snag of traps.
She says, ‘I can’t sleep’.
Then sleeps with her head in my lap.
And for that, I know, I’m going to be Saved,