It’s good you’ve moved house – Here
There’s no telling who’s where any more.
Look at what you’ve done to my lip!
What are you trying to remember
By biting it over and over?
Now I know in part – But it isn’t only him
She demands to know as well
As you know me – It’s good you moved.
They come to look at themselves
Darkly one after another
No telling what they see.