The Question
So she says to me
‘I’m going to leave him.
Or maybe I won’t.
Maybe I’ll go to Paris
Or maybe I’ll just forget it.’
‘He lies casually.
He tells me he’s going to A
And he goes to B.
I know,
Because I follow him.’
‘It isn’t stalking. He has
All the oxygen and I
Have to breathe.’
‘He borrows money
And doesn’t pay it back.
He drinks beer in the morning
And listens to strange music
That hurts my ears.’
But what worries me,
What I want to ask you is,
Do you think its love?’
So she says to me
‘I’m going to leave him.
Or maybe I won’t.
Maybe I’ll go to Paris
Or maybe I’ll just forget it.’
‘He lies casually.
He tells me he’s going to A
And he goes to B.
I know,
Because I follow him.’
‘It isn’t stalking. He has
All the oxygen and I
Have to breathe.’
‘He borrows money
And doesn’t pay it back.
He drinks beer in the morning
And listens to strange music
That hurts my ears.’
But what worries me,
What I want to ask you is,
Do you think its love?’
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