you said you'd swim every day you said you'd swim every day you said you'd swim every day and now you don't want to you said you'd always remember how much you loved to paint your watercolour portraits of Renata Adler but now your brushes sit in the sink and all of the paint is clagged your costume is wet and festering in a Tesco bag at the foot of your bed you said you wouldn't lie to me again you said you would stick to the plan that Michal wrote for you because of how bad you had been feeling because of how bad you had been feeling