If I lived till I was one hundred and two, I just don't think I'll ever get over you.

It's a luscious mix of words and tricks
That let us bet when you know we should fold
On rocks i dreamt of where we'd stepped
And the whole mess of roads we're now on.


I get the news I need on the weather report. I've got nothing to do today but smile.



And I'm frustrated, confused, sad, and failing.