Your reflection is floating,
Slipping out of my hands,
And this pretty gold coating
Is melting down… No offence,
But it’s getting too late.
And it’s getting too long.
And it’s getting too old.
I’m too tired to hate
You, and ways that you are.
You, and ways that you’ve been.
Doors are closed. Voila!
Do I know you? I’ve seen
Transformations before;
Alterations of plans…
You are SO “comme il faut” –
Man and beast – man and man…
Every suit suits you good.
Every skin is your skin.
Every face that I’ve seen…
WHO are you? Robin Hood
Of my heart in the “funniest” way:
Took it, broke it apart,
And then gave it away.