Folded

To write you in pictures to focus the blurred
Images of your features, and all of the beautiful lies that we told So I try
like a widower, furrowed white brow
At the cornershop recounting to the old crowd
Of his first wife’s complexion
When all of the skeleton lines have erased
We folded
Under stormy weather
Imagine it all, the love that we wasted
Well it’s not that you’re gone
You’re just farther away
And the very same distance
I thought you would stay
Because I broke you pieces
I broke you to pieces
We folded
Under stormy weather
Imagine it all, the love that we wasted