I turn my phone on silent:
and turn my heart off
Because I can’t take it,
This ignore-ance,
Ignoring Lawrence
So I’m in bed at nine these days –
Just like Stratford Court days
But I’m dead to her too,
So she can eat my dust too;
Because I’m dead to them all…
And I have lots of theories,
But they’re not very flattering,
So I’ll keep them to myself
So I turn my phone on silent,
And turn my heart off.
