Is it really okay to be wrapped around your finger?To be mixed into this melancholy mess of everyday jumble?And walk the tightrope between the bordersJust to fill the spaces between the pencil outlines-Just to break the monotony of this verse-Just to place another note in this barI will dance across the keysReliving the scent of your cigarsFrom the ashes I picked up After the party had run itself out of suppliesI can't run away from it:"I still love to wash in your old bathwater,Love to think that you couldn't love another."Why?It doesn't have to make sense, it just is.