Imogen Heap — Neglected Space

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Hello
I watch you come and go
I know you can hear my voice
Don’t walk away
Come daydream with me
In closed loops and future-proof cardboard to caviar
Let’s show them how good we are
If you look after me, I’ll look after you

Sonar, night vision or desperate lovers
Seeking privacy for their forbidden
I am their defenseless host
Through my open wounds they let themselves in
Sheltered (sheltered), they mock me (they mock me)

If you stand up for me, I’ll stand up for you

I’m weather-beaten in a losing battle punctured by nature, becoming organic
The air in here ages me, ungracefully!
But if you take care of me, I will take care of you

Oh, my crumbling heart!
If you’ll be good to me,
I’ll be good to you

I’m amidst
I could be the best decision you ever made, a beacon, your peaceful corner
Find me, cherish me, take me on or pull me down
You choose (Wait!)

Oh, safe in the ache of soul-decay!
‘Cause I will remember you
Will you (Remember me?)

Bespoke to broken, this interwoven tapestry of tragedy,
Crooked frames and cracked glazing
Slithers of wistful window gazes glint in borrowed light

Where doorways with no door stage a ballet of leaves,
Who pirouette in the footsteps of once glorious days

By peeling paint, I’m a sunken ceiling,
I’m cracking up, and can seem threatening

I’m falling apart

I’m scary at night
Take dark, forbidden
Keep out, keep out!
No, no, no go forth

A has-been, a once was, the leftovers, an eyesore, bleeding, oxidising,
A few remaining, unloved, emotionally damaged, a waste of space,
A nuisance, I haven’t had time to become, unwanted!
What’s gone? I’m losing it
This is not what I stand for
This is not what I stand for
This is not what I stand for

It was a perfectly good grand piano

Stop in the name of love!
I’ve got just what you’re looking for!
I’ve got tree-lined interiors,
Where we can dine with the biosphere

If you’ll take care of me, I’ll take care of you
If you be good to me, then I’ll be good to you

I’m a story in mourning, and you’re the author
So pour out your masterpiece

Entropy increasing, how long before I’m dust?

Can we discuss?