Provisionally eyed, practically alive, mistook sign for signified,
And so sins have often tried to run him off a cliff like Gadarene swine
Inside my wardrobe seem anchor bent,
Wondering whether we were someone better then...
Or maybe just better able to pretend,
And what better means to our inevitable end?
You know, I don't know if I know, though some with certainty insist,
No certainty exists!
Well I'm certain enough of this; in the past fourteen years there's only
One girl I've kissed!