A kiss in my necknCould have been something greatnBut I was sure to wrecknThat tender affection shownnWas sufficient to hush every moannBut I was too eager to definenIt was a waste of timennThose arms so very tornnThat blue jersey used to keep me warmnHow come a lovely memory like thisnEvokes the same ill as that tender kiss?nWhy waste my time on what will decline?nnDon't cheer, I am a liarnIt's just a waste of airnWhen you get no responsenPreferred your speechless admirenWho wouldn't?nI know it seems ambiguousnWell it is, I rarely say what I meannThis is my biggest lossnBut surely they'll be biggernnI long for old friends, so many things donenWith nothing to repentnTo submit felt so goodnI would repeat if I just couldnDefy my mindnnI act like everyone I hatenAnd I hate them because they act like menIt is so hard to prove your faithnWith all them marks so easy to seenI run for time, I want what's mine