Cold Water by Damien Rice

nicotine

trying to quit you (copper pennies in
the light socket)

like

(traveling back to ancient france and
countrysides)

and living
day to day

(with invisible patches
on my wired, flabby arms)

trying to

get over you.
(fences tall inside my mind)

i cry out "shane"
into

the wind (humming haunted
lullabies

like irish folk songs)

while

horses carry me away, and (here i sit)
on paper benches

(waiting)
until paris stops glowing, so
i

can

stop

this medieval craving  (for you)...