If I had more than this to give

I’d probably do what you’re wanting me to;

I’d have you back

Though it tore me in two

I’m no exception to the rule

That makes a fool


And if I had more than one life to live

I’d probably want what you were hoping I’d got

And take you back

With no memory of wounds

No exception to the rule creates a fool


I don’t work it out but here’s my guess

You liked me better when you knew me less

I was lucky at the tables but when it came to love

It seems that

Dying young takes all the best


And I love you so much I’d be your clothes

Where my heart wanders the action follows

And as hard as it is to keep from wanting you

I’ve got a choice of what will kill me


And it won’t be you…


What makes a fool?