I've been sloppy losing you
But trust me
I never wanted to let you go
But darling I broke
Those violin strings a long time ago.
I've turned off the air conditioner
Because I didn't like the airflow
It reminded me of how your heart
Would beat like a kettle drum
Slow then fast and hard.
I've been sloppy losing you
But trust me
I never wanted to let you go
Let me confess to you
You were nearly all right
I nearly made you my knight
I nearly drowned for you
Like Tennyson's lady of shallot
But now you've had your lot.
I've turned off the air conditioner
Because I didn't like the airflow
It reminded me of how your heart
Would beat like a kettle drum
Slow then fast and hard.
I've been sloppy losing you
But trust me
I never wanted to let you go
But darling I broke
Those violin strings a long time ago.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem