& yet I think of Angels
& of how your voice
with it's smog lilt
seemed to summon them
from the skies for me
I've tried
I cannot hate you
even though
if I could feel anything
I'd probably have a broken heart
You talk of a Polish cleaning lady
now, who stirs your soul
You say, you love her too much
so she's better off alone
To me, your heart's a lock
I love you too much
but are you better off without me
why do I doubt the honesty
of your rejection
had certain things not happened
could I have been the key
to unlock your mysterious heart
the days are growing shorter
the leaves will soon change color
but never can my heart
change from wanting you
no matter how you treated me
no matter I'm a fool
yes, I think of certain things,
revenge of some kind
I see things clearly now
but alas, the heart is blind
& I'm struggling to hold on
to the little pride
I still have left in me
& no, I cannot hate you
even if it would be wise to do.
You're the lock, I'm the wrong key
but I'll never stop dreaming of you