It’s 26 hours to Christmas, I’m dying of thirst
Feeling like a demon, finally dispersed
Because I’m not going back to that place with the others
There I’ve found every hiding place and still been discovered

Charlotte’s diary is a scrapbook of fragments like
“I think they assume I did it”
“‘We should make more time for each other’, it’s what she always says”

“But I’ve been lost in this boy”
“And until now life’s just been toys
That we’ve moved around, played and destroyed”
“And I’m only feeling now I can’t think”
“I’m frightened, blind and I need to see
If I’m to feel, and I can only see ten feet in front of me”

Cos I could never go back if things stay the same
But if I get through them these times might change
A boy with an addiction, a girl with a crush
A boy who only ever thinks of himself
I could never see them again

Silver slips from round the necks in the waiting room
Water drips from the ceiling with the sweat
And Ben holds his hands over one eye
Jamie sips from polystyrene tasting regret