Under the Bed

When I look back at my fallacies in colour
it all seems so black and white
I loved the perfect stories I told myself
while you slept of how everything came about

And how I hid my little doubts under the bed

Your face is changing, over time changing
Again on you it depends
A picture of you in my mind rearranging
This love story through a clouded lens

We spoke this afternoon, avoided the issue
you are exactly what they say you are
I’m so glad I gave you the chance to prove them so right
Enjoy your pretty fairytale

So glad I’ve seen the gift in the beauty of hindsight

Your face is changing, over time changing
Again on you it depends
A picture of you in my mind rearranging
This love story through a clouded lens

Now the nights are a standard
The disparaging acceptance of tired eyes and sensitive nightmares,
muted only each day by the few short hours of winter daylight,
bestowing a sense of hopeful patience when hopeless December seems so long
I have this time to forget, but do I want to remember?
All that is sure is that I am lost but can recover in time to something greater
I will not sit, I stand in the grasps of emptiness and await a rescue

Your face is changing, over time changing
Again on you it depends
A picture of you in my mind rearranging
This love story through a clouded lens

I believe in you