Horoscope

And I would love to say
“I’m independent, got it all worked out.”
If I could say that babe,
I guess I’d shout.

And I would love to say that
you were just a flicker in the pan,
another place for me to rest my head,
rest my hand.

But I still read
your horoscope
and I still feel
your breath on my back
and I still think
of last time we spoke
and I still want
you back.

’Cos you have coloured me
in crayons that I’ve never seen before,
you took my ceiling and you
promised me it was a floor.
But I am angry ’cos you
told me it was safe to jump,
and when I did all I could hear
was a resounding thump.

But I still read
your horoscope
and I still feel
your breath on my back
and I still think
of last time we spoke
and I still want
you back.

But I will not succumb
to thinking that I can’t do this alone,
what I would give for moss,
I’m sick of being a rolling stone,
and while I tell myself I’m over you,
it’s almost been a week,
my actions scream a little louder
than the words I speak…

’Cos I still read
your horoscope
and I still feel
your breath on my back
and I still think
of last time we spoke
and I still want
you back
Yeah I still read
your horoscope
and I still feel
your breath on my back
and I still think
of last time we spoke
and I still want
you back.