broken bathroom tiles

My sweetheart I'm dying for a touch Is that too much to ask of you? And the fire in my bones is burning through my mind Because I know that I don't know quite enough You washed your clothes And left unspoken Torn clothes and purple knees I asked where the f*ck have you been? So I shaved my hair whilst you drew some lines On the broken bathroom tiles You washed your clothes And left unspoken Four months un-sober I begged for closure But it never came in the end