It's one of those where all I can do is show all the ways I'm dizzy.
Where I may not be what you've seen before this evening.
So you say "you're scaring me my love" and I regret intensely.
Better if I'd never come near you; you could have been so much better served.
I could blame others the world over, but bile does not a smile make.
What's in me is all I may dive in; my explanations.
On the way to acceptance, redemption, excuses are pitiful wings.
Penitent as the grave sat cold; you could have been so much better served.