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Neglected Space

Imogen Heap

Sparks

Neglected Space - Imogen Heap

Hello

I watch you come and go

I know you can hear my voice

Don't walk away

Come daydream with me

In closed loops and future-proof cardboard to caviar

Let’s show them how good we are

If you look after me I’ll look after you

Sonar night vision or desperate lovers

Seeking privacy for their forbidden

I am their defenseless host

Through my open wounds they let themselves in

Sheltered (sheltered) they mock me (they mock me)

If you stand up for me I’ll stand up for you

I’m weather-beaten in a losing battle punctured

By nature becoming organic

The air in here ages me ungracefully

But if you take care of me I’ll take care of you

Oh my crumbling heart

If you’ll be good to me

I’ll be good to you

I’m amidst:

I could be the best decision you ever made

A beacon your peaceful corner

Find me cherish me

Take me on or pull me down

You choose

Wait

Oh safe in the ache of soul-decay

Cause I will remember you - will you remember me

Bespoke to broken this interwoven tapestry of tragedy

Crooked frames and cracked glazing

Slithers of wistful window gazes glint in borrowed light

Where doorways with no door stage a ballet of leaves

Who pirouette in the footsteps of once glorious days

By peeling paint I’m a sunken ceiling

I’m cracking up and can seem threatening

I’m falling apart

I’m scary at night

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Take dark forbidden: keep out

Keep out No no no go forth

A has-been a once was the leftovers

An eyesore bleeding oxidising

A few remaining unloved emotionally damaged

A waste of space

A nuisance I haven’t had time to become

Unwanted

What’s gone I’m losing it

This is not what I stand for

This is not what I stand for

This is not what I stand for

It was a perfectly good grand piano

Stop in the name of love

I’ve got just what you’re looking for

I’ve got tree-lined interiors

Where we can dine with the biosphere

If you’ll take care of me

I’ll take care of you

If you be good to me then

I’ll be good to you

Oh

I’m a story in mourning

And you’re the author

So pour out your masterpiece

Entropy increasing how long before I’m dust