Wine into mugs Cut the cheese in my palm with a spoon cos my movements remain soft Even though you are not in the room You are loud and defined in my thoughts While I try to suppress and deny the upset So I muffle the sound with a call Frankie will heal me it feels like she's near me Cos every time we talk it's never difficult to make out the words It's as if she has heard me before I knew her name She knows what I deserve and I wish I could do the same