Needlepoint

I am, just for a moment, carefully spoken, broken
Wearing what I just woke up in
I end without a warning, reasonably worn out
I got the sense that you won't be too miserable

And everybody knows
It aches the heart to go on
And so often I'll knit
A pattern taken from the thirteenth level
Stuck in Bubble Bobble again??

You'll ask whether I'm mad
I'm better at acting sad
But I'll refrain, I rarely strain my voice
But now that you've taken all of the other waking
Hours ahead of us out, forget it

And everybody sews
But it takes a girl with know-how
To know how to plow through
An autumn-colored scene depicting
You and me careening on a see-saw

But now that you've shown disinterest in the thought
I've taken that it's not
What I've sewn that's driven you to leave
It's got to do with me

I can, just for a moment, see if it's torn or not
And if it is then you might as well stitch it...

Walking at night, drinking again
Sulking at sight of your girlfriend
Loiter and sigh, needle in hand
Embroidering myself as planned but
Stranded across an empty seat
Since you've shown disinterest in the thought
I've taken that it's not
What I've sewn that's driven you to leave
It's making me believe
That what you've done to me
Has got to do with me