When I had to go away
I made sure she was one of the few
Who I told about my plans
I only really wanted to tell her
And every night she begged me
Not to go out with those friends of mine
They do lots of drugs and stuff
I'd stay with her on my own
Tell all these people living
That I'm sick of just being here for her
For whom there were many apostrophes
And all of our engines churned
Onward, pretending to hold someone
We should probably go gentle into that good night
But let me say
I wouldn't be able to stay there on her bed
So she could stop pretending
And go to sleep