You haven't lived enough to say
That this is worse than
that
Because that was only the first time, though you lied
That was only
the first time
And this is something different
Although you say you hate
the awkwardness
But what else is there?
No other road will take you
there
This is no country stroll
There's rubble and it's always but never
your fault
I know you, you forget, so stop looking at me like that.