Tightroping life of discrepancy I am as lonesome as I am free
Like a candle lit at some ancient ceremony I'm tired and fit for the grave; Something built in long-distance matrimony That shames all the gifts we gave.
We were bound soon as our lips could taste, I knew you were in love by my shocked face
In the mirror--fixing my top button into place I left my arms open for family I never expected you to offer a lover's embrace And in turn,we collided gently.