Could I wave the years away
How do you wipe tears away when
Give up the joys I have known
Not to fetch your pills again,
Not to give those dinners for
Could I leave you and your
shelves of the world's best books
And the evenings of martyred looks,
Sullen glares from those injured eyes
leave the quips with the sting
Passionless lovemaking once
And the wounds never healed
And the game's not worth winning
And wait! I'm just beginning!
What would I do on my own?
Would I think of suicide?
Could I bury my rage with a boy
half your age in the grass?
But I've done that already
Or didn't you know, love?
Tell me, how could I leave
When I left long ago, love?
No, the point is, could you leave me?
You could leave me the stocks
And 90 % of the money you make
Darling, you keep the drugs
Angel, you keep the books
Honey, I'll take the grand stucco
And all of our friends and just
Sweetheart, I have to confess