you were no good for me
strip away the naked
strip away the lust
you do not find polished metal

i tried to write a poem
to sum you up
but i could not do the maths
and you are not a selection of lines
no, words are not enough

you cannot judge me,
on who i am
or what i want to be
i live for those around

the potatoes are fine
but when i am late
it is because i do not want to dine

i could not find you
i looked under the bed
then i found you,
there inside my head

they have pulled my hair out,
my blood pressure rises
i am running out of numbers
and voice recorded summaries

i have got a velvet raincoat
which i wear in my dreams
i wear it to bed,
where it rains, mainly in my head