My Body for My Soul by Arlo Evans

Ch-ch-ch-ch CHANGES

The honeymoon period is over No longer does happiness linger in the air, no more do we relax in blissful harmony We forged this family ourselves It's easy to forget that with the nights of crying alone in a forty degree shower We are no longer two souls soldered together with the goal of one future Jealous love is all consuming, yet there are other members of this family In a divorce you tend not to think of the people who will have to choose sides Those whose loyalty will have to split Those left behind When you’re drunk on all consuming love you tend not to think of the consequences As the centre of your universe shifts, your sense of ‘me’ starts to shift with it Who am I? Is that me talking or my universe? Individualism can no longer be a valued trait Yet even as the cosmos rips apart, irreparable One thing is startlingly clear Your universe has not shifted, even if its not yours anymore But still the family is torn The harmony you once shared gone The love that was once pure now tainted beyond belief It was all too good, too perfect I suppose what I’m trying to say here is that despite everything I should hate you But I don’t I love you to mars and back