I Have Been Both Lover And Beloved, Unrequited
Dispassionate And Quiet Around You.

And When I Am Old, When The Skin Under My Eyes
Stretches To Wrap Around The Things I've Seen,
What Will It Mean That I Didn't Take A Chance On You?
Didn't Get Lost In A Glance From You?
This Fragile Balance, This Delicate Palace Where One Left
Puts Two People On Two Different Paths.
But If I Hold Out My Hands To You
It Doesn't Make It Right, It Doesn't Make It Right.

I Want More For My Life Than My Name In Lights,
My Name In Lights!

I've Read Books And Understood Them,
Understood The Looks You Gave Me
When I Sent You A Letter From Bennington
Telling You That I Couldn't Leave His Grave Without A Poem Of My Own
And All I Wrote About Was Having You And Not Having You.

I Want More For My Life Than My Name In Lights!