I am, just for a moment, carefully spoken, broken Wearing what I just woke up in. I end without a warning, reasonably worn out. I got the sense that you won't be too miserable. And everybody knows It aches the heart to go on And so often I'll knit A pattern taken from the thirteenth levels Wrapped in bubble bobble again? You'll ask whether I'm mad. I'm better at acting sad, But you'll refrain I rarely strain my voice, But now that you've taken all of the other waking Hours ahead of it out, forget it And everybody sews, But it takes a girl with know-how To know how to plow through An autumn-colored scene depicting You and me careening on a see-saw But now that you've shown disinterest in the thought I've taken that it's not What I've sewn that's driven you to leave It's got to do with me. You can, just for a moment, see if it's torn or not And if it is then you might as well stood the chance Walking at night, drinking again, Sulking at sight of your girlfriend. Loiter and sigh, needle in hand, Embroidering myself as planned but Stranded across an empty seat. Since you've shown disinterest in the thought I've taken that it's not What I've sewn that's driven you to leave. It's making me believe That what you've done to me Has got to do with me.