Her Refrain and The Reason

I can’t apologize
‘cuz I don’t feel sorry
and I’m no good at things, the things I-won’t-excluded-included-forgot and don’t.

And I would ask you to drink this all down
All I spit at you
oh you

You
Would throw it up anyway

And prom queens spout about hearts and being fonder
And I kick them under the table
Bruise some shins
And leave them to marry and copulate,
Which is what
you and me both
pine after really
But can’t appreciate our attempts at splitting the difference

Because its time that makes the distance

And that distance changes the lines

Until we are both aesthetes

Too snobby to admit that neither of use are parents
And certainly
Neither of us


Can go it alone.