You're a tragedy
And my arms around you
Stink of insincerity
I wish I was in love with you
But I just want to be with you
And make you real
And I can't love you
These days

It's far too hard
To get anything done
When the guilt is cloying
And making it hard to breathe
Sometimes I think of you
With a sense of regret
And sometimes
With a sense of disbelief

There is something about you
That warns me off
There is no danger
There is only guilt
And I am afraid
Of being guilty
Enough to do something stupid
Again

You look at me
And I can only sigh.