These thoughts attack at times like this
When I crave that tasteless kiss
And they sink back down my throat from where they came
These thoughts every time are the same
But the more these thoughts do return
I fail to ever slightly learn
That my dimmed view of me and you
Will eventually provoke a response of “Who?”
The more time I drown
In my fruitless crown
Means you are pushed away from me
And into someone else, and your face
I will never see