Sometimes I want to talk till east is nwest with no care where each foot will fall.nBecause I know you won't be there and darling I won't call.nIt's a losing proposition, it always is, I know now.nWhy act like we are better, no tether holds together our hands?nAnd no child will remember, so why hold on to the past?nSometimes I want to bitch till I getnsick but I try to keep that out of my mind.nIt's a ghost of a chance but so is romance on the side.nIt's a losing proposition, you know it and so hownCan you not be tempered and cold when you're on the hot iron?nAnd can you hold together when hands pull you from both sides?nOh don't you say it is inevitable because you've got a heart,nI've got one too.nAnd though I tried not to break yours, I did.nI always do.nSuch things are always fragile in my hands,nBut I guess that's just the lot I drew.