Her hair on my clothe.
Her smell on our bed.
Her lipstick on your shirt.
No, don't say a word.
She left them all to me to see
I can't have you all alone
Have your thoughts and dreams.
There is a fee to pay,
Your grace to attain.
I am inclined to play this game
Just to be with you,
I admit with a shame.
She'll enwine my misery into her destiny,
And you will divide your hipocricy evenly.
So soon it will be mere here hair on my clothe.
Mere her smell on our bed.
Mere lipstick on your shirt.
And you having my life in your hands without any lament.