Everything You're Not - Tim Bowness

Cool reflections of imagined pasts —

Innocence that once was hot

Dumb impressions of a purer grasp

Hoping style will hide the rot

You give them everything you’re not

Makeshift echoes of a vanished kind

All served up as something new

Faked excitement, practiced party lines

Nothing real can make it through —

You give them everything but you

Hoping style will hide the rot

You give them everything you’re not

Half-remembered serenades

Age-old confessions watered down

(Getting louder as the magic fades)

Some nights you find yourself consumed

By lights that came from distant rooms