I have been both lover and beloved, unrequited
Dispa**ionate 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!