Shrapnel
Flying everywhere
A half-thought
Mirrored in the wine
And I am nothing
Unless you love me
What are you?
I apologise.

I wish that I were that little bit
More honest
That little bit
More hopeful:
I wish that I were
Someone different.

I think that I love nobody
And I love each girl I see
I cannot understand myself
I cannot conceive
Of anything that could make me feel like this.