Can I see you again
Through fogged-up
Delicate glass?
Are there bumps where you bend?
Well
You're slimy or sweet-eyed
I find it hard to believe I'm at fault again
I know
It's so painful when I reassemble what you swallowed
I know
If I sit down
Just with myself
Sit
Will I go down easily and gleefully?
But did it sit down?
It might be easier to cough it out
And you
With your weak fingertips
In your grasp
Your grip
It's what you wanted
Innit?
Yeah
Okay
So
Am I back-stroking through saltwater again?
'cos it's so easy to pretend I'm not at fault again
If it sits down
Then
If it gets freezing under yourself
Innit?
It's hard to breathe in when you get bored of it
Is it still me who does it?
Is it my fault
Innit?
But did it sit down?
It might be easier to cough it out