When you talk I do not hear it
I'm all hearts and so I fear it
won't be long that I'm discovered
as someone whose half a lover.
And though with many days I'm cursed,
I don't get better for I'm the worst.
All your tears are an invention
of a fraud and by extension
what I feel is not quite real
but I lay down and I will kneel ...
Through all the pain I am well versed
in being droll, for I'm the worst.
And I'm the best, and I'm the last;
I am spell and you're the cast.
Say the words, that incantation
into the depths of some damnation.
Still I could never quench your thirst,
just my own, for I'm the worst.