If I Could Look Beyond Your Face


And Photograph Your Hidden Place


Would I Find You Smiling In The Picture


I Don’t Know What You Want


Because You Don’t Know


So What’s The Point Of Asking


You’re Almost Happy


Almost Content


But Your Head Hurts


Far Too Many Ways To Go


We Learn So Much But Never Know


Where To Look


Or When We Should Stop Looking


I Can Love The Whole Of You.


The Poetry I Stole From You


And Hide Inside My Stomach


You’re Almost Happy


Almost Content


But Your Head Hurts


It’s Easy To Get Lost In You


And Fall Asleep Inside Of You


I Want To Return To You


A Reason To Be Here


A Reason To Be Here


No, I Don’t Know What You Want


As You Don’t Know


So What’s The Point Of Asking


You’re Almost Happy


Almost Content


But Your Head Hurts


You’re Almost Happy


You’re Almost Content


But Your Head Hurts