Trampoline - Empathy Test

Coming down again

Won’t you leave a trampoline…

…at the foot of the stairs?

So I won’t break my neck

Falling out of your favour

White powder, speaks louder

Than any words you’re saying

My flower turned sour

I found the petals at the end of the bed

«It's just media-types» — «You know what they’re like»

Well yeah, I do, but I never pictured you with them

Coming in from the cold, you’re losing your hold

On a part of me you’d stolen

I’ve stopped calling you when I’m drunk

I’ve taken the time to hear the one

Voice that’s telling me that…

…you don’t really care, I’m getting there

I’m almost at the point of no return

But there’s a light that burns

White powder, speaks louder

Than any words you’re saying

My flower turned sour

I found the petals at the end of the bed

But there’s a light that burns