always a decision - conscious, despairing maybe..maybe not... maybe just don't think about it
when the heart fires on only two cylinders, the stroke weak, the "I love you's" worn, not warm, you gotta decide
tap the savings account of good memories, reasons for to keep on trying, to reviving the investment of loving her
dreading the drawing down, watching the balance wrong way creep, but you do it anyway for old time's sake, rather than forsake, it all...
but the tap tap tap is just a raving drunk poetraven from Baltimore, saying over and over again nevermore,* you don't want to decide what exactly when* will be nevermore so tap tap tap