You Don't Love Me - Cate Le Bon

You don’t love me

You don’t love me

Concaved empathy

But you don’t love me

I dream about dead hours

And think about remaining within view

My devotion is new

Never be, never be, never be still

Whilst Carys’s neighbours are thriving

And in the midnight pity bath

I found no towels

But you won’t see scenes

I think about dead flowers

Stinking up the corridors and wounds

My intentions half-used

Never be, never be, never be still

Whilst Carys’s neighbours are thriving

Thriving

Take

Your cake

Out of my face

On point

Divine

Die hard

I think about dead hours

Never be, never be, never be still

Never be, never be, never be still

Never be, never be, never be still

Whilst Carys’s neighbours are thriving

Thriving

Take

Your cake

Out of my face

On point

Divine

Die hard