I Don't Know What I Can Save You From

You called me after midnight,

must have been three years since we last spoke.

I slowly tried to bring back,

the image of your face from the memories so old.

I tried so hard to follow,

but didn't catch the half of what had gone wrong,

said "I don't know what I can save you from."

I asked you to come over, and within half an hour,

you were at my door.

I had never really known you,

but I realized that the one you were before,

had changed into somebody for whom

I wouldn't mind to put the kettle on.

Still I don't know what I can save you from.