I've been crying myself to sleep,
been wondering what could have,
the tears are salty, my heart bitter.
I'm a quitter, halve this life, I weep.

I don't like you, I am blinded, but
what could have been is prettier
than the open-minded gut I share.
She is not unaware, she plays, a scene.

Let me go, this or that, no inbetween,
what I have seen and lived is worse,
what you have been is different, reverse

the irreversible. Taste the tears and bite
and swallow, until they all are gone.
Why, I don't want to, never, am I drawn