Swinging innuendos
Took one on the chin
Let her get away with it
Won't happen again
Transparent metaphors
Got something to hide
She doesn't want me to know about
Clues will be denied
I can't write anymore
For fear of what she'll say
Even if she flatters me
It's only for a day
I'm nothing next to her bright star
With nothing content to bring
She keeps me looking for meanings
In the most meaningless things