Were you keeping track of the times I changed? I was coming home with a new face every day. There was a smile I saved for you, but I lost it. I couldn’t show someone now if I wanted. It’s just an image, it’s all in your head, and if you forget, it’s gone. You’ve been thinking about “When I Go Deaf”; what’s gonna be the sound in your head? I’ve been wondering if you’ll still have my old voice left in there with all the others that you’ve met, echoing like our empty apartment. It’s a whisper when you let your guard down or it’s lilting like when I think out loud. It’s trembling when you pick up the line, or I’m screaming when I’m so fucking mad I go blind and I meant every word I said at the time.