i would close my eyes and count to ten
change my mistakes and change your name-
i had regrets, none about you but many about them,
when your honour was in my hands,
all i could do was breathe in your pain.
maybe you'll have coffee in bed,
maybe you'll have coffee in bed with them,
maybe the road you take in the morning,
maybe the days you are painting are still the same,
but you may never paint my face again

never the same