Ornaments
Pouring out bottles
I am emptying myself of negatives
When nothing gives
And opening curtains
til the clean light of the morning saunters through
And I feel new
Sipping on a cold tea
Chewing on my nails
Pulling at this body willing somebody to change
Why don't you come around and tell me
That what I've found is empty
No-one wins prizes for being guileless
Why don't you come around
Clearing out spaces
I am emptying my room of ornaments
and dissonance
Sat on the back step in my underwear
I'll burn my skin for you
And write nothing new
About blue
Sipping on a cold tea
Chewing on my nails
Pulling at this body waiting for the world to change
Why don't you come around and tell me
That what I've found is empty
No-one wins prizes for being guileless
Why don't you come around
Cos when you hold me up
Like I know everything
Like I'm a one man band with all of the tools
To help you sing
I when I try to tell you
That what you want won't kill you
Just come around
Autor(es): Sarah Howells