In your head, in your head, they're crying

I don't know how I'd begin trying to understand, how or what happens now. All the buts, maybes fill the vacuum that the lack of conversation has left..

I want to believe kisses do something for grazed knees, and maybe I should. But there are also places that I can't quite reach because...
Well I suppose because it's your wound to look after and change the dressing for as you go on.
And I don't know if you'd like someone to sit with you as you do that, but if you do,
I could be there.