I’m shaking in my boots
(oh my god, what a lame *** saying)
Anyway the ones with weathered leather
That some old maid died for
Once upon a ******* time.

I'm thinking, hoping, saving, grasping
More or less I guess-
Actually yes: my hypothesis
The “if…then…because” statement
Of my life
That defines my ID
(thank you very much Dr. Freud)

In all my life I have learned that
concealer only hides a blemish
How I wish I could cover my selfishness-
(your loneliness)

I never knew, I guess I just never knew.
Your eyes might have hinted, but I didn't bother to look.
Would I have cared? the world may never know...
I was already permanently turned off to the idea of you.

Ironic  (god I hate the irony)
The paradox, I thought I owed to you-
**I took so much more than I ever gave.