I sit and stare at the grand abyss
Coz I don’t even miss
You now you’re gone
And I never said so long
Never got a chance 
Almost asked you to the dance 
If I had’ve would you still be here 
A butterfly flaps its wings and the sky clears 
And I remember I had a dream 
The night before 
I had fallen through the floor 
Into the water
Like someone’s daughter
And someone’s son, the father 
Tries to save you from the sea
And I woke up, to a degree,
To realise it was imagined 
Relief 
Then the crashing thief
You’re not lost under a boat 
But neither does hope float
And they’re turning it off 
At twelve noon
And every second is a second too soon
But, God, is there no hope
I cry tears into the side of my coat 
Coz I don’t feel worthy of
The dregs of pain that accompany love
When you’re eighteen 
And no longer in the dream