I have weaknesses like all my brothers do
An objectifying eye and hands that follow suit
Some ugly allergy to the true love on my plate
Wrong wiring, connections I can't make
I had this pocketwatch from a love I couldn't claim
I lost in Luxembourg, whispering your name
To a sculpture garden where time won't heal all wounds
WIthout regret I still remember every night with you
I felt your belly blessed with a blooming baby boy
I dreamt he'd be mine once - like I really had the choice
Kids do stupid things, and I was, and I did
A long life ago, some other person lived
She seemed satisfied in the corner of the frame
Until she turned to me, said I need to walk away
Speak no argument, you're nowhere close to sure;
I'm sorry, but, I don't have time for sorry anymore.