Kirsty MacColl

Letter to Myself

Kirsty MacColl


I Get Lost Behind the Plot 
And I'm Skinny With Regret 
And I Barely Breathe Enough 
And I'm Swimming in the Thoughts 
That I Haven't Got to Yet 
And I Crane to Rise Above 
I Know You're Waiting For Me 
I Know You'll Still Be There 
I Get Weakened With the Weight 
And I'm Riddled With Remorse 
And I Spin, But Not the Rooms 
And I'm Shamed to Have to State 
That I'm Bottled At the Source 
And I Sputter On the Fumes 
I Know You're Waiting For Me 
I Know You'll Still Be There 
I Know You're Waiting For Me 
I Know You'll Still Be There 
My Mind Is Mute 
My Nerves Are Numb 
But Still 
I Know You're Waiting For Me 
I Know You'll Still Be There 
I Know You're Waiting For Me 
I Know You'll Still Be There