nothing said is here to stay...
Old lovers go and new lovers come
at the start of each coming day.
Parts, however, do not equal the sum
because it is within that our conforts lay.
In this world we live today,
all debts are counted and made to pay...
Gestures given and exchanged
hardly lose heat before they fade.
And how can a running tab be maintained
when in memory's storage, hidden they lay.
And in this world we live today,
nothing done is meant to stay...
So welcome to my cruel cruel fate.