Number three
In reality, you cannot write about the situation without recalling the emotions it provoked
Unfortunately, the painful ones reconstitute themselves the most firmly
Brutally beating all the endless conversations and comfortable silence (I lightly kiss you on your lips)
(Seldom, but with intention)
The shame and pain do not erase the beauty entirely
But the beauty stays clear of whatever emotions find their way onto the page
What remains is what bludgeoned you, confused you
Shamed you and emasculated you
(I'm in an exclusive, romantic relationship)
Number four

I've grown tired
Dry and tired
While I wait here on a son
Or a daughter
Or a life
Or just one reason to go on

But with who?
When and how?
Will my vanity take shape?
Or is it too late?
Is it too late?

Running in place, I'll lose this short race
On the back of a sadness I've had
I tire of this pace and cannot erase
The memory of loves that you've had
I hope in this case, I won't about face
And regress to a lust in our past
In our past
In our past
In our past
In our past
Don't go, don't go
Stay
Don't go, don't go
Stay
Don't go, don't go
Stay
Don't go, don't go

I won't fight, won't bat an eye
As long as I have one freedom
(One, one)
All the rest, they are just tests
To see if I will succumb to temptation (Temptation)
The present is brief (Brief)
The past too long (Long)
And the future's already gone
With no children
Yes, no children
And my bitterness is all that's left
So I'm stuck with us and what you meant to me

When we locked eyes for the first time
I never imagined all this
Your promiscuity confuses me
And I judge you for all of it
Odd enough, it's a fact that although not as bad
I found myself in the same shit
Of course, my arrogance blinds me of this
So I stand on my soapbox and gaze at your sins
Hoping they will disappear
Hoping I will not care
Hoping they will disappear
Hoping I won't care

Don't go, don't go
Stay
Don't go, don't go
Stay
Don't go, don't go
Stay
Don't go, don't go