Says, “Baby, I’m all sorts of sorry.”
Says, “Babe, you know I’m all kinds of sad.”
Says, “Maybe it was fun while it lasted.”
I say, “Baby, I just wish that it had.”
Stands before me and his arms are folded
Teeth clenched in a too-perfect face
Turns to leave, an anonymous other
Steps in line to take his foolish place
Each lover’s conversation
“I love you” “No, I love you more”
A perfect imitation
Of the one who came before
Every lover tells a different story
Every story always ends the same
Every lover spins the same kind of sugar
Only thing that changes is his name
Every dream and childhood recollection
Whispered to me in exactly the same way
Don’t ask me where it hurts, now
I swear to God I couldn't say
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