can't keep coffee
in my cup
it drips down the sides and sloshes over on yr shoes
and you look back at me,
biting yr tongue, i know

can't keep cigarettes
in my pack
i know i've quit but i buy another
how else can i feel proud
with no temptation to resist?

can't keep pace
with anyone
you tell me to stop comparing
"it'll come, give it time"
and i know, but even so

i can't keep you
not that i'd want to
my cells regenerate too fast
though i've stole the smallest part that i could manage
so i might keep a bit in tact