his is a story and you are not in it
flock of pages torn out
here is a bedroom that you've never been in
here is your shovel, there's the ground
Look two lovers covered in covers
I can put us to bed tonight
I am bruised but she is dressing the wounds
night nursing a broken man
She was not the cure for cancer
and all my questions still ask for answers
there is nothing like someone new
and this girl she was nothing like you
Up awake and I'm post operation
I find I've come in a dream again
all the pain almost as painful as ever but
something in me was not the same
At night you're in dreams of submission
I could claw back my heart and soul
as the size of this tumour diminishes
so we fill that black hole
She was not the cure for cancer
and all my questions still ask for answers
there is nothing like someone new
and this girl she was nothing like you
