I will be happy on my own
and I forgive you in my way.
The blame cannot just be sequestered;
the price not yours alone to pay.
I'm sorry for the pain I've caused,
I will release you from my claws,
the life you covet should be yours
so now it's time to walk away.

One drink will soon beget a chasm
into which you shall descend
and you'll despise me sure as taxes;
you'll destroy me in the end.

I'm truly happy on my own
and I forgave you in my way.
The fault was mine as well as yours:
I know we'll both see brighter days.
A little bottle cannot hurt,
I'm free to gather up my skirt,
good God this wine is full of dirt,
I think I've let you off the hook.

Pie-eyed at noon in old pyjamas.
None of us is Nostradamus,
no promise better better than a guess,
I got it wrong I must confess
but close the fucking book I beg.

And since you came in me last week,
traced velvet fingers down my spine,
I bet you've prayed I wasn't lying;
that I took the pill in time.
But now that truth belongs to me
and I will never set you free
because I love you can't you see?
And I will never close the book.