This Is That New Song by Badly Drawn Boy

stitches

(hanging on by threads)   i hear
your heart,

see   it there   ripped open
like

a missing limb

or somebody's stitches, an  open (hardened) wound
just oozing
with things    (best forgotten)

and
  i planned, but
i planned wrong.

everything   comes undone,

and
i cry  (on the couch) holding you
with

your old  paws  (curled up) inside my hands,
i

love you.  and
it all

keeps coming    apart...