You are so nice To listen to me without judgment. To accept the words I feed you when you ask. You want my stories. You ask for the bright ones, but there are none Left. So I give you dark ones instead. And those you swallow down with your drinks in the fitting darkness of night. You let them dissolve away, amortised with the alcohol in your blood, Forgotten in the morning, And I wonder what it’s like To love someone who Doesn’t Truly Know You.